Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge


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THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT THE FIRST TIME

(second time I did it on my own...)

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It’s isn’t always easy to pinpoint the moment a session turns into a bender. The American writer P.J. O’Rourke reckons its when he finds himself carrying a drink (“a real drink, with ice cubes in a cocktail glass”) with him wherever he goes – to the bank, the supermarket or even into the shower. Read the rest of this entry »

ST. PATRICK’S DAY FALLOUT: OUR NATIONAL SHAME CONTINUES

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Holy moly, it’s like Paddy’s Day, April Fools and Christmas all rolled into one… “Drunk Birds Fall From Sky” is the lead headline in today’s Northside People (yeah, I keep it pretty real): “Northsiders were shocked this week when a flock of birds literally fell from the sky after becoming drunk on fermented berries in Finglas…” The birds, apparently, died of alcohol poisoning after eating some berries that were growing wild in a housing estate. The front page report also says that the birds, Waxwings, originated in northern Russia. Which is odd, since you’d think at least that they could handle their drink.