Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge


When I tell my mother I’ll get home for the weekend, I get home for the weekend…

Extreme weather conditions in Mayo right now. I almost turned back at one point. But at the end of the day, I really, really needed someone to do my laundry for me.

December 6th, 2010. 3 Comments »

The March of the Wooden Soldiers

Forever let this place be a cry of despair
And a warning to humanity, where the Nazis
murdered about one and a half million men,
women and children, mainly Jews,
from various countries of Europe”
Inscription at Auschwitz-Birkenau Read the rest of this article here.

December 3rd, 2010. 6 Comments »

This is funny

My new aftershave smells like breadcrumbs. Read the rest of this entry »

December 3rd, 2010. 5 Comments »

Published: Irish Times, April 19 2008

“When Jimmy comes to Ireland he likes to have the crack. But Alex… Alex was crazy!”

“Make a bridge hand,” he orders. “Get your elbow flat on the table.” I hastily comply. He nods. “That’s better.” Seamus Brereton has been playing snooker competitively since the age of sixteen. In his day, he represented Ireland and got to know many of the sport’s biggest names.

Today he competes on the Over-40s circuit and coaches youngsters in his native Edenderry. “The parents know the kids are safe when they’re in the club. It’s not like years ago where snooker halls had a bad reputation. Those days are long gone.”

Gone perhaps, but not forgotten. When snooker legend Jimmy White visits Ireland, Seamus still acts as his driver, practice partner and unofficial minder. “When Jimmy comes to Ireland, he likes to have the crack. He enjoys himself. But Alex… Alex was crazy.” Read the rest of this entry »

December 2nd, 2010. 5 Comments »

Miscellaneous Amusing Items I Come Across #49

Apologies for the irregular updating (and frequent re-posts) on blog in the last week. I’ve just moved apartment and, for the time being, am stuck on crappy mobile broadband. For now, you can always follow me on Twitter. Yesterday, for reasons I still don’t entirely understand (I think it had to do with the property crash) someone posted this alluring image.

December 2nd, 2010. 13 Comments »

I’m an ideas man.

Ideas are my currency. If I’m in a clothes shop and I find a pair of pants I like, I’ll walk up to the counter and suggest the names of songs I think might make good ringtones. For two weeks in the Canaries I’d probably stump up the basis for a workable post-war settlement in Iraq. If I’m owed change, I’ll ask the travel agent how he gets the pistachios out of the closed shells and be on my way. That’s how it works. I’m an ideas man.

Sadly though, a lot of my ideas turn out not to be very good. Or they’re good but I can’t quite get them to work. Or they’re brilliant but I have no fucking clue what to do with them. You see, I’m not really a can-do, know-how, bobs-yer-uncle sort of man… I’m more of an ideas man. Read the rest of this article.

December 1st, 2010. Comment now »

I see what you’re doing there, Mr Shelf-Stacker…


December 1st, 2010. 7 Comments »

“I want to be up there with the greatest legends of showbiz: the Judys, the Sinatras, the Oliviers, the Clark Gables…”

He’s a prodigiously talented performer and composer who has battled addictions to drink and drugs. But for now the sun is all that’s frying Rufus Wainwright’s brain… Read the rest of this article here.

November 30th, 2010. Comment now »

Published: Irish Times, March 8 2008

“Piddlers… Piddlers!? Can you imagine?

It’s eight o’clock on a Wednesday evening in leafy south Co. Dublin. The tea has been poured, biscuits passed around and I’m about to get my ass handed to me in Scrabble by a woman old enough to be my grandmother. The popular board game is celebrating its 70th birthday this year. In that time, 100m sets have been sold in 29 languages across 121 countries.

But the Irish Scrabble-playing community are a small, tight knit bunch. Anne Lyng knows most of the faces. “One of our regulars is an inmate at the Central Mental Hospital” she chuckles. She rummages in the cloth bag, plucks out seven tiles and passes the bag across. “He’s very good,” she says. “He has them all playing up there now.” Read the rest of this entry »

November 30th, 2010. 9 Comments »

Published: The Dubliner, 15 April 2010

“My personal preference would have been for a campaign of violent retribution, loosely modelled on the plot of the motion picture Rambo: First Blood

rambo first blood
I have a beef with Dublin Street Parking Services. Actually, I have several beefs. For starters, what array of “services” do these assholes actually provide? I mean, have you ever tried flagging them down, explaining that parallel parking isn’t exactly your forte and asking them to do the honours?

No, DSPS are clampers. That’s the only “service” they provide. Read the rest of this entry »

November 28th, 2010. 2 Comments »