Some of you wonderful people are still alive. How have the years been treating you?

They're tearing down Connolly Tower, which I grew up opposite. It's lain idle and forlorn, a granite monument to futility, for months. Since the last occupants moved out I've been particularly struck by the sight of the satellite dishes which still studded the side of the building long after they'd ceased functioning; still inclined uselessly ( Read more... )

Things are as bad as they've ever been and likely to get immeasurably worse. Instead of reading me whinge, check out this fictional biography I wrote for my mysterious English ancestor.

Presterbourne Sliderule Coygirle Dixon was born in Maidstone between 25 May and 5 June 1886. He later ascribed the extraordinarily protracted nature of his birth to ( Read more... )

Apologies for not updating "recently." Basically, everything went tits up somewhat over a year ago and has retained that mammarily supine orientation ever since. If you've ever reached a juncture in your life when everything that could go wrong did, and everything that hadn't go wrong inevitably would, send me a postcard (not forgetting to include ( Read more... )

Going somewhat stir crazy here after innumerable unavailing efforts to insinuate myself onto someone's, anyone's, payroll. Yesterday's interview went quite well, despite my palpable nervousness (and an inauspicious prelude which involved my being poked in the eye with the pointed leaf of a potted plant whilst endeavouring to look suave on the ( Read more... )

Boorishly terse or just ungrammatical? You decide ( Read more... )

#1

( The Incongruous Juxtaposition )

And so it transpired that the one day of the past quarter century upon which I actually wanted to visit a pub was the one day of the year when I couldn't, the sale of alcohol being prohibited by law on Good Friday ( Read more... )

Cursory perusal of the ratemyteacher.ie database unearthed many dormant memories, mostly pertaining to Máistir Mac Gearailt and his often tautological and occasionally bilingual catchphrases ("okay, ceart go leor", "Mar sin agus dá bhrí sin") along with the startling revelation that Carmel Ní Chaomhanaigh, that insufferable harridan, has been ( Read more... )

I quote verbatim:

11:
How many children have you given birth to?
This question is for women only.