Monthly Archives | 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

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

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