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Dear Eoin,

I’ve never been lucky when it comes to love. My first husband Michael was great with the kids and the sex was fantastic. But one day he ran off with my best friend Tracy and the contents of our bank account.

I found new love with Dan. He was great with the kids and the sex was fantastic. But one day he ran off with my brother-in-law Pete and the contents of my lingerie drawer.Read the rest of this article here.

LISBON LATEST: VOTE YES TO CUTE KITTENS!

Aidan is buzzing. He’s like a kid in a toyshop. I, meanwhile, am just about keeping my excitement under wraps. We’re sitting in the first and, to my knowledge, only Dublin bar to offer the “unique” pull your own pint experience. Aidan thinks it’s amazing. Pulling our own pints. God above. Whatever next?

I’m not quite so enthusiastic. I think its a gimmick. They’re making me do something that’s normally done for me by someone else? Yippee, when we’re finished here, can we clean the toilets? Read the rest of this article here.

NOW THERE’S SOMETHING YOU DON’T SEE EVERY DAY…

If there’s a WTF Hall of Fame, this is in it… From yesterday’s Daily Express, quite possibly the greatest news story intro of all time: Read the rest of this entry »

THIS IS FUNNY

This incredibly funny Demetri Martin fan vid has notched up over four and a half million hits on YouTube. Read the rest of this entry »

HAVE YOU GOT A MNTLLY DFCTV SIDE?

Advertising campaigns by alcopop kings WKD continue to fascinate me. Here’s something I came across tonight, while out watching Liverpool in my new local. Read the rest of this entry »

…OR HAVE I JUST BLOWN YOUR SANDWICH-EATING MIND?

Still settling in to the new neighbourhood. Found a pretty nice, and more importantly real (see here), deli nearby today. Unfortunately, by the time I rolled in there wasn’t much produce left. Maybe it’s the recession, but I wanted chicken and, even after padding it out with stuffing, there clearly wasn’t going to be enough to fill the roll.

Lesser sandwich aficionados would have given up and gone elsewhere.

The lad behind the counter was only 18 or 19 years old.

What’s your name, son?, I asked. Read the rest of this entry »

AMERICA (1956)

This is a recording of Allen Ginsberg reading his poem America (from ‘Howl’), set to Tom Waits’ Closing Time instrumental, which is itself taken from the latter’s 1973 debut album. If that’s not confusing enough, the track is illustrated for this YouTube treatment with photographs of Jack Kerouac. I’ve no idea why. Read the rest of this entry »

THE VENGABOYS: A CRITICAL REAPPRAISAL

Attention wedding DJs, office party organisers and hack journalists… A Nineties revival, as wearily predictable as day following night, or Mayo crashing out in Croke Park, is soon to be unleashed. I got a phone call today from a radio station (not one I regularly appear on, I should point out) asking if I’d come in and reminisce about what a wild and crazy decade the Nineties were. Read the rest of this entry »

The Phantom Supermarket

Moving house today. Our new neighbourhood seems a bit dodge, but that plush new retail development next door looks alright. Read the rest of this entry »

JIM CORR: THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

Jim Corr knows too much: Lisbon, the New World Order, 911, the Freemasons, swine flu… Yeah, he’s twigged it all. He’s done his homework – seeing through the lies and connecting the dots. As an employee of the mainstream media, I am sworn to do everything I can to prevent his message getting out to the unsuspecting masses… Read the rest of this entry »