Lusk shooting.
This morning, as I walked to work, I happened to glance at the headline of my Metro Family anger at killings verdict. And I thought to myself, this couldn’t be the...
Black and white
You all know that I don’t agree with people who see things in black and white. I’m more of a “but what about that shade of grey” over there. And of...
The blame game
How private should private be, and who can ever possibly take it upon themselves to turn the private public? We are living in a precarious time, a time when both spheres are bleeding into each other and the line of demarcation is wavering. There is great potential here. Either we will become a society who ostracizes even more violently those who are different from us, suspect of every quiet student who doesn’t dress like the rest, suspicious of any husband or wife who doesn’t drag his or her child to every Saturday soccer game, or maybe, just maybe, we’ll become a society responsible to something greater than ourselves
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 to life themselves can they? I mean, I know they’ve always...
He yells and he cusses, and smells up the busses
Today, as I was ensuring I didn’t have to lug three tonnes worth of glossy publications and leaflets[1] by hand, I got the the bus to work. Okay, I’ll admit it....
It matters what we journalists do. If I didn’t think my work made a difference, I’d probably give it up
Today marks the tenth anniversary of the death of Veronica Guerin. For those of you who don’t know Guerin was a journalist who mainly wrote crime stories. Exposing drug lords and...
Oh really, Like an Internet sandwich?
Slacking off am I? I’ll give you slacking off[1] I’ll make your eyes weep from reading so much. So I will. Or maybe not. I was listening to the radio on...
In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God
Patrick’s Day Photo’s on Flickr, but i didn’t manage to get any of the first bit of excitement. Coming down the road, looking for a parking space after dropping the sister...
Jaysus, lads. You can’t be doing that.
EDIT: Doh! Have only just realised now why the Jervis Centre was closed as I walked by it after leaving NM to catch her Luas. And Dossing Times has a good...
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
Well just whack me upside the head why don’t you. Just noticed[1] that I had been calling Mish’s blog Penguin’s Rock! When of course the rock was not a stone that...
There’s always someone careless with glass
You know whats a bit strange. Coming out your front door and almost bumping into a gun. There is a court opposite where I live, and must have had an exciting...
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