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 [...]
Mary Hanafin, Minister for Social and Family Affairs, loves making press releases. Last week she considered making two lousy PDF files available for download worthy of a press release. On Monday, she said the current economic situation was putting “new stresses on family life” and duly allotted €7.8 million to counselling services. Who gets the [...]
I see that portacabin the builder had in your garden’s gone, Sneezy. Take it back to the yard did he? No. Sold it. Sort of. Fair play to him. Say he got a few quid for it – it was a monster. Dead right it was. 11 by 4½ metres. And high too. So what [...]
In the shop No. Not really. I just cancelled my direct debit to World Vision Ireland – A smoker when it was suggested the budget’s 50c hike in the price of cigarettes must be hurting him in the pocket. In the bookies We’ll never flippin’ match that – Ladbrokes staff to a punter (a bank [...]
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 [...]
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