Posts Tagged ‘dublin’

Sorry been busy, really really busy. I dodged the axe but the penalty for job survival was an exponential growth of my workload.
One word.
Bollocks.
No morning tea and extreme reclining, and no more relaxed blogging for me anymore.
Another word.
Shitbirds.
No more fluting around and staring out the window at the spider who lives in the window frame. [...]

The Dublin junkie scumbag. He or she is a law unto themselves, they walk zombie like through the streets broad and narrow crying “I fuuuuckinnnn toldddddd yehhhhh iiiddd battttttter imm”. They are to be avoided at all costs, they are not friendly, they are not approachable, they are not human.
But one phenomenon that sometimes humanises [...]

I have a strange feeling. The feeling that reading a post like this gives you. You know that feeling of watery mouthed anticipation, that full wallet, that empty belly, that terrific unquenchable thirst, Friday is already written off as a contest. I shall be in the the exhaulted presence of Emil Svanängen, better known as [...]

I could write about a momentous sporting event, or the death of a media whore, or my Zidane like turn and shot that nestled into the top corner, or the consumption of a sublime chilli dog that I wolfed down after a load of delicious Guinness, but the one event that stood out the most [...]

Normally I go all out on a Friday and spoil myself with a ‘I really shouldn’t but I will kind of post’, however today my brain resembles one of those funky hairball mixes of fur and saliva that the cat chucks up on the couch after a really good cleaning session. The reason for this [...]

I saw something on Sunday that managed to hit me with three emotions in one mighty swoop. I’ll set the scene. You know that bollix with the guitar and the headset who hangs around Dublin streets mocking people with song as they walk by? He used to hang around in Temple bar but now has [...]