Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
fuck my life
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Oh God… It’s 3.30am. I’ve just transcribed about 2,000 words – roughly two thirds of the interview I did earlier this evening. It’s due in the morning. Went to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Came back. The computer is frozen. My work is not saved. I take a photo to remember it by. Bye bye…
ADMIN BLUES
or how I could have been a contender but lacked motivation
“Is anyone watching that Celebrity Farm?”
No takers, but she’s undeterred. The girl is a conversational terrorist. No topic too banal. Read the rest of this entry »