Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
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This is funny
‘Yes well, legibility and correct punctuation might not be “street”… but that’s how I roll, motherfucker.’
It’s all kicking off…
Kudos to Irish director Lance Daly whose film Kisses has just appeared on Entertainment Weekly’s 14 Summer Movies We Can’t Wait to See list – alongside blockbusters from the likes of Angelina Jolie, Julia Roberts and Sylvester Stallone. When Kisses came out here almost two years ago, I spoke to the leads for the Irish Times. I’ve had some combative interview encounters in my time, but this was the only one to descend into an actual punch-up. Read the rest of this article here.
The coked-up brother of a middle-of-the-road Irish crooner is at the bar…
He’s mouthing like an auctioneer and buying pints for anyone with an Irish accent who ventures within five feet of him. Read the rest of this article here.
The WTF?! hall of fame presents…
A Holocaust survivor, his daughter, and his grandchildren dance to “I Will Survive” at Auschwitz.
This is not a joke shop. This is an adult fetish shop. Serious shoppers only.
“One particular film has three words in its title: none of which can be repeated in a family newspaper. Sufficed to say it boasts an all-male cast. And given the pride these gentlemen take in one particular aspect of their respective anatomies, the film could be described as, quite literally, an orgy of self-congratulation…” Read the rest of this article here.
World Cup Reflections #371
I can’t help thinking that if Nigel de Jong’s flying death kick had only been in his repertoire, Raoul Moate might still be with us today.
Miscellaneous Significant Items I Come Across #42
Fantastic news. My scoop about the woman had to piss in a bath has made the front page of this week’s Full House magazine. Thank you for all your good wishes. The phone has been ringing off the hook all morning. (No, I’m not interested in selling the film rights.) It was a story that deserved to be told.
Christ, I look like Marcus Sweeney from the eyebrows up!
Urgh. The state of me… Last weekend I went camping with some friends near Newport in Co. Mayo. It was a glorious weekend, so the lads took the precaution of dousing themselves in sun cream. Being freckled, red haired and balding though, I kinda figured I needn’t bother.
It wasn’t until I got back to Dublin that I began to reconsider. I was pretty red.But it could easily get much worse. Believe me, if there’s one thing stupider than a beetroot-coloured bald man, it’s a beetroot-coloured bald man with a peeling scalp. I dropped by my local chemist and purchased a bottle of aftersun lotion… Or at least, I thought it was aftersun lotion. Read the rest of this entry »
They call him Pothole
He’s the son of a well known Dublin businessman and he fancies himself something of a man about town. Read the rest of this article here.
Dream a Little Dream of Me (1950)
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong duet on an old jazz standard. Honestly, I don’t know if I could love this record more. Armstrong was himself, of course, incredibly versatile. In 1970, he guested on what would have been at the time one of the definitive red-state shows, The Johnny Cash Show. But, perhaps surprisingly, his duet with Cash really isn’t all that bad.