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Month: June 2006

Hey! You use language like that again son, you’ll wish you hadn’t!

I’m working today until 8. 8 o’clock in the evening! Course I didn’t start til almost 1 so it is…

Greamaíonn sé i bhfraigh fáil a rosc geal comhlán

There is a bloody cat out the back at work today, and it has been squalling all day long. Maybe…

Jaysis lads, ye can’t be doin’ that

Is Sligo turning into the next Limerick[1] Okay, so Im stirring, but look, bombings, which may, or may not, be…

Is there anybody goin’, Mrs Clitheroe, with a thitther o’ sense

Over the past few weeks there have been a few posts about the Irish blog’verse referring to the stress of…

The Curse of Chalion by

Cazaril heard the mounted horsemen on the road before he saw them. He glanced over his shoulder. The well-worn track behind him curled up around a rolling rise, what passed for a hill on these high windy plains, before dipping again into the late-winter muck of Baocia’s bony soil

Lois McMaster Bujold is one of the big names in SFF, but I’ve only recently come to read her books. A few months ago I read Paladin of Souls, which is the second in the Chalion series. But although there are reoccuring characters and shared history I don’t think you have to have the first one in order to read that. I hadn’t, but I’m sure that if I now reread it after reading The Curse of Chalion it would make a lot more sense.

That was both brutal and brutal

That has to have been the worst match of the World Cup so far. The US did nothing but foul,…

You can go to the end of time, the last World Cup in the history of mankind, and the All-Blacks will be favourites for it

So I got out of bed with surprising ease this morning. Dressed in my Irish top I almost poisoned myself…

Football is much harder if you don’t have the ball

Oh dear god in heaven! Gorram, mother-fucking, clicking on the wrong humping button! I’d just finished a long post all…

In brute reality there is no Road that is right entirely.

Y’all know I tend to dislike taking a black or white view of things. I just don’t like it. And…

He covets the precious things of the shop

There must be something in the Irish psyche that just likes complaining. Or maybe it is just my psyche, but…

The press is like the peculiar uncle you keep in the attic – just one of those unfortunate things

So it seems that the conflict between the rugby players and the meeja peoples isn’t actually resolved. Of course, there…

Winter Rose by

ISBN: 1904233074 They said later that he rode into the village on a horse the color of buttermilk, but I…

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