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 actually a shorter day than normal, but I’m chosing to moan...
22 June 2006
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 the wind blew it into the bin. Or maybe it’s a...
21 June 2006
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 related to feuding families. And onto the world cup, did you...
21 June 2006
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 Leaving Cert. Now, maybe it is nostalgia, but I don’t...
19 June 2006
The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold
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.
18 June 2006
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, and the Italians did nothing but dive. Terrible, terrible game. I...
17 June 2006
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 with sour milk, but spotted that there was something wrong with...
17 June 2006
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 about the World Cup and what have I gone and done,...
16 June 2006
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 even more so when it is about a complex issue. Like...
16 June 2006
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 whatever! I’ve had enough of this weather. No, it hasn’t rained....
15 June 2006
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 is nothing about it on the official rugby website apart from...
15 June 2006
Winter Rose by Patricia McKillip
ISBN: 1904233074 They said later that he rode into the village on a horse the color of buttermilk, but I saw him walk out of the wood Rois has always been...
14 June 2006
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