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Student hack bites back!

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If there’s one thing this blog is fond of doing, it’s recycling old material. And the hardiest of hardy perennials in that respect is this wildly inaccurate perhaps-not-entirely-definitive profile of me written, in 2005, by a young student journalist from DCU. No matter how many times I post it, it never fails to raise a chuckle. But now the hapless anonymous author has stepped forward to answer his critics. Read the rest of this entry »

Isn’t Sinead O’Connor overdue a massive, grovelling apology from absolutely everybody?

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In 1992, Sinead O’Connor ripped up a photograph of Pope John Paul II on Saturday Night Live as a protest against paedophilia in the Catholic Church and the complicity of the church hierarchy. It was viewed as an act of career suicide. The following day, steamrollers crushed hundreds of her CDs outside Rockefeller Center to huge cheers from protesters. On the next SNL, presenter Joe Pesci quipped that “if it had been my show, I would have gave her such a smack.”

A few days later, O’Connor was booed off the stage at a Bob Dylan Tribute in Madison Square Garden. (That last clip is particularly well worth watching, by the way, both for the virulence of the abuse directed towards her, and the courage with which she stands up to it.) Read the rest of this entry »

Where is my Mind? (2010)


The scene is from The Mysterious Lady (1928), starring Greta Garbo. Music by Maxence Cyrin.

Gone fishing

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Urgh. Too tired to blog today. It’s been a long week. Some interesting stuff you might have missed elsewhere:

1. Andrew Sullivan’s piece in The Atlantic is the most rational explanation for why so many priests become abusers that you will ever read. How is this man still a Catholic?

2. Hot Tub Time Machine!? I haven’t been this excited by a movie title since Snakes on a Plane… Read the rest of this entry »

The Live Parrot Sketch

Ristéard Cooper as Setanta & Máirtín Ó Direáin the parrot
I got an email this afternoon about a new TG4 sitcom called An Crisis, starring Ristéard Cooper, Norma Sheahan, Don Wycherley, Kate Nic Chonaonaigh and Donncha Crowley. I was about half way through the PR spiel before the penny finally dropped… I fucking wrote this show! Read the rest of this entry »

There’ll be shlaps…

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The phone is tapped.

bang-kwang-prisonThe bed is bugged. And that ice cream van outside ain’t selling too many ice creams. So I’ll get to the point. I’m with the East Mayo Boys, outta East Mayo. You might not a heard of us, but we’ve heard of you. We’re hip to every scam. Wise to every scheme. Abreast of all the latest developments on the street. Oh yeah and we move fast, constantly changing our underwear to avoid detection by the authorities. You might say we’re the best. Read the rest of this article here.

She Said (2010)

New adventures in babysitting (contd.)

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Evolution has contrived to make the sound of a crying baby one of the most unpleasant in nature. The more piercing the child’s shrieking, the harder it is to ignore. The harder to ignore, the more attention is lavished upon the child and, hence, the greater chance it has of surviving into adulthood. In a small apartment, it’s like having a car alarm going off in the living room for hours at a time. Read the rest of this entry »

Perusing the Sunday papers, something suddenly strikes me…

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I hate the Sunday papers. The first six days of the week, newspaper articles tend to begin with sentences like ‘The government has announced…’, ‘Sources in Timbuktu report…’ or ‘Grave robbers in Ballyjamesduff have stolen…’ But come Sunday, all that goes out the window. Suddenly, it’s all ‘Is Bebo turning our children into vampires?’ or ‘Can worrying about my bum give me the plague?’ Read the rest of this article here.