In the shop
Me wallet’s as empty as me grandfather’s grave.
Good fek! Don’t say grave robbers!
No. He’s not dead.
In a neighbour’s kitchen
I wrote on it with an indisputable marker by accident.
You mean indelible marker.
Yeah. But if you can’t rub it out it’s indisputable too. Right?
When the starter at Cheltenham calls another totally unnecessary false-start
Would ya look [...]
It is no wonder that when the Irish pound spilt from sterling in 1979 it was renamed the Punt – it rhymes with bank manager.
The currency may have changed but the managers are the same – a shower of punts and bankers. In fact, they are worse now than they ever were.
All commentators (not you [...]
I’ve written before about betting on horse racing before and even ran a sweep for the Grand National a couple of times. In the post linked I warned of keeping a tight rein of both horse and wallet, so I’m not getting back the whole right-wrong discussion here (so don’t go jumping in with mug’s [...]
The folks at the Islamic Cultural Centre of Ireland ran a seminar on Sharia’a Law on finance for the folks from the Irish banking institutions. I can’t help thinking it was organised at the request of bankers. Face it – if there’s a buck to be made the banks will want to learn about it. [...]
I arrived home that January night tired and hungry – hungry like the wolf. It was dark and frosty – frosty like the snowman. As I bent down to lift the bolt on the gate my glasses dropped off. Toby, then only a puppy, a puppy with magpie tendencies, scooped them up and scampered off.
The [...]
Everything has a password or a PIN* these days. I have PINs for bank cards, my house alarm (and three neighbours’ alarms), one to reset the car radio, a PIN and a PUK for my phone. I’ve go a PPN (which used to be a PRSI number), a student ID number and one for online [...]
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