Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge



Christ, is there anything as soul destroying as a child’s incessant crying? I don’t know how many hours it lasted. Two and a half, maybe three. Later, I dug out this track released (as I recall) the week the September 11th attacks. But from the very first line, I knew it didn’t quite fit. “Nothing hurts you like the pain of someone you love,” he sings. But that isn’t it. That isn’t it at all. It isn’t the pain. It isn’t the distress. I hate to say it, but it’s the fucking crying. It’s doing my head in.

November 26th, 2009.


  1. mairead Says:

    Have you tried lying him/her on her stomach over your knee and gently bounching? That sometimes works for trapped wind.

  2. Eoin Says:

    Haven’t tried that Mairead. I did try winding her over my shoulder, but she just puked all over me. My sister says baby puke is just absorbed into your clothes. It doesn’t smell.

    I think my sister spends too much time around baby puke.

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