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Clearly, I’m one of Ireland’s swingingest journalists

Ireland’s first adult magazine has just hit the shelves. Blue Ireland bills itself as this country’s answer to Playboy. And it’s based in the salubrious, Hefner-esque surroundings of the Fonthill Industrial Estate in Clondalkin. The pool parties, no doubt, will be don’t-miss occasions.

This exciting news was broken in an email yesterday to an extremely select group of Irish journalists. We’re talking about half a dozen names. (The sender forgot to BCC.) I’m not going to name names, since they probably have no more idea how they ended up on it than I do. But I’m flattered to be among them. Clearly, my reputation Ireland’s swingingest journalist precedes me! Read the rest of this entry »

CHEZ MO!

After stopping off for a quick eye-opener en route, my associate and I are lucky not to lose our reservations at this delightful north inner city eatery.

Despite its’ obvious exclusivity – I am bundled in, he is shooed away – the atmosphere is refreshingly informal.

The décor is modest and unpretentious and, as I search about for a spot to hang my coat and scarf, the proprietress peppers her conversation with quips about my frequent drunkenness and occasional sexual incapacity… Read the rest of this article here.

CHEZ MO!

After stopping off for a quick eye-opener en route, my associate and I are lucky not to lose our reservations at this delightful north inner city eatery.

Despite its’ obvious exclusivity – I am bundled in, he is shooed away – the atmosphere is refreshingly informal.

The décor is modest and unpretentious and, as I search about for a spot to hang my coat and scarf, the proprietress peppers her conversation with quips about my frequent drunkenness and occasional sexual incapacity… Read the rest of this article here.