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Month: October 2006

Capitalism is Man Exploiting Man; Communism is just the opposite

There is nothing better in life than being woken in the middle of the night/morning to some fella shouting about…

The Guardian dir. by

Grizzled old veteran teaches impudent new pup how to be a rescue swimmer.And that is about it. But if that…

No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat.

I hate / Je de’teste / Ich hasse / is fuath liom Tuesdays. Some people may not like Mondays[1] but…

An Infamous Army by

ISBN: 0099465760 Bab Childe, renowned beauty, is in Brussels along with many a fashionable person. Britain had been isolated by…

Party time! Excellent

I’d’ve started this post with a Dude-like exclamation, only I did that last time, and I can’t be repeating myself….

as the fella says, bejaney

Dude! Teh internet pwns everything. You click somewhere and suddenly you find footage of Simon Geoghegan[1] scoring a try against…

This is a very good conversation

The Last Samurai was on the telly a couple of nights ago. I had seen it in the kino when…

Mick Galway said we have the x-factor

We’re all fans of Ronan O’Gara here[1] but I am left with slightly bemused by his interview in The Guardian….

Ptolemy’s Gate by

ISBN: 0552550280 Book 3 in The Bartimaeus Trilogy The assassins dropped into the palace grounds at midnight, four fleet shadows…

The History Boys dir. by

Set in 1983, in a Yorkshire grammer school, this film tells the story of a group of teenage boys trying…

The Last Great Tour? by

Sunday 29 May 2005, Schipol Airport, Amsterdam
I hated rugby once, you know. In first year at secondary school, we hauled our bags up to the top of St. Patrick’s Hill every Monday afternoon, to run around in the freezing muck.

I had hoped to enjoy this, but in the end it was a little meh. Maybe because I hadn’t seen any of the rugby from the Tour, Sky Sports keeping it all for their viewers. Or maybe because New Zealand were so dominant. Or maybe because I’m not a Woodward fan. Or maybe because the style of writing was only meh-worthy.

The most important thing to remember about drunks is that drunks are far more intelligent than non-drunks. They spend a lot of time talking in pubs, unlike workaholics who concentrate on their careers and ambitions, who never develop their higher spiritual values, who never explore the insides of their head like a drunk does.

So who was it that taught pigeons to play chicken then? They can’t have come up with that nonsensical approach…

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