Old Sneezes

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Car salesmen

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

Listen, Sneezy, I was wondering … I hate it when it starts like that. That usually means I’m about to asked to do something soul destroying like go to Boots and pick her up a jar of Wrinkle-Eze™. And I can’t find it on the shelf. And I have to get help. And they snigger [...]

A referendum on Lisbon – why bother?

Wednesday, May 21st, 2008

There are a great many unsolved mysteries in this world, such as why cornflakes taste better with a soup spoon and why the phrase “soft underbelly of a Ford Transit” never made is past the editors of Homer’s second novel, The Little Lad. Such things trouble me deeply and keep me awake all day. Why [...]

Irish eyes wide shut

Friday, March 21st, 2008

The road had the odd pothole and the edges sloped toward the ditch in places. Overall it wasn’t a bad road but using it demanded care and attention – you had to drive not just steer; you had to watch out for holes not just pedal; you had to be ready to hop up on [...]

Where there’s smoke there are many fires

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

In the late ’80s I worked for a small family firm that ran two separate businesses. The foreman of one of these suspected someone was stealing diesel at the processing plant and reported this to the owners. The Gardaí recommended the foreman discretely monitor the tank levels to find out how much was being taken [...]

Frankie-four-times

Friday, February 8th, 2008

Many moons ago, my parents’ house was renovated by the County Council. As with all public authority works, it was put out to tender. The builder awarded the contract had worked as an accountant in the Council for many years. Whether he knew the ins and outs of the system, or simply knew people, is [...]

That was it then

Friday, December 28th, 2007

It went well. By my standards anyway. I hid the car around the back, locked the front door, turned off the lights, phone and radio, and settled down to work. It’s surprising how much you can get done without distractions. I left word with the dog to tell any neighbours who called to invite me [...]

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