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 [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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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