Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
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RESPECT ME, RESPECT BEYONCE
Today is my niece’s christening. I’ve been asked to be her godfather, an honour which speaks volumes for both the esteem in which I’m held by my family and the dearth of alternative candidates. More the former than the latter, I suspect. Now I’m not a religious man, far from it. But already this morning, I’ve felt the presence of the Holy Spiri:t pulling me out of bed and depositing me in the shower, yelling “What are you wearing…? No, you’re not wearing that… or that… surely you’ve something better than that… etc. etc.”
On second thoughts, that may not have been the Holy Spirit…
November 7th, 2009.
November 7th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
The holy spirit may pull you out of bed, but only the don can get you to go to the mattresses
November 7th, 2009 at 5:31 pm
I think the tux looks smart
November 7th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
@ Rob – I was on the mattresses, that’s the going to the mattresses in its purest form!
@ Jenny – you know that’s not me in the picture, right?