I hate them. Estate agents. I never had to use them but I still hate them. They are right up there with slimy politicians, slimy politicians and slimy politicians. I hate the way they are allowed hoodwink the customer and only get a gentle slap on the wrist when caught out by the Advertising Standards [...]
The county of Kildare, sometimes referred to as the land of the three S’s (sheep shite and soldiers) is more widely known as the short grass, due to the grazing of sheep on The Curragh plain. Her residents are known as Lilywhites. Or at least we were. The Central Statistics Office has just reported that [...]
I was having a good old discussion with Tarquin, the builder, about the merits of Google versus Searchmash and whether George Bush should have a hot or cold poker rammed up his arse. We had just settled on Searchmash as the superior engine and that Dubbya, deserves a hot poker, but cold end up so [...]
A cold shower is never pleasant, especially on a November morning. But thanks to a powercut and the imminent arrival of Tara, to take me clothes shopping, it had to be done. Hearing her footsteps on the gravel, I shivered my way into the hallway and unlocked the door. Com’on in. It’s open. As I [...]
What began as a great dust storm on the plains of Kildare was followed over the next five weeks by enough rain and muck to embarrass Oxegen. But the builders persevered, as only men who are paid ten times over the odds can persevere, and on Wednesday they poured the floors in the new extension. [...]
With no kids of my own, I seem to have fallen into the role of surrogate uncle for some of my friends’ offspring. Birthday cards and bills for furniture damaged while babysitting come addressed to Uncle Primal. I’m proud of this. Not many parents would leave their kids in the care of a non-family member [...]
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