Tales Of The Gurrier

Hello internet.
Not much happening here lately due to intense work and possibly mild exhaustion related delirium. The end to my internet connection woes came at last and I am once again the proud owner of a eye blistering 2mbps broadband connection. After three weeks of nothing but complete arseballs from NTL I will be receiving […]

So The Brother has a thing for the man products. Yes I know I have a thing for them too but mine is the opposite of his. I believe their existence heralds the imminent arrival of the Apocalypse and the coming of The End of Days, when Satan will rise again from the stygian depths […]

Nope not going to happen this week, apologies. Two days late and two and a half abortive story attempts in the bin and I’m calling time on this weeks attempt. I’ll get back on the horse next week.
Non Flickr Fiction flakes this week are Chris, Elimare, Teaandcakes, Aquafortis and Tadmack. Go there and enjoy their […]

One day Monkey was walking in the forest and he came upon Bird. Bird was pacing back and forth in the sandy earth of the forest floor shaking her head from side to side in quick little movements.
“What’s wrong Bird?” said Monkey.
“Oh Monkey,” said Bird, I’m in trouble. Big, big, trouble. I need your help […]

This week our little section of the Irish blogging contingent again played host to one of our American cousins. I spent two very pleasant and enlightening evenings in the company of Brian of The State I’m In, Chicago blogger and accomplished hibernophile traveler. We set the world to rights over the odd Guinness and several […]

The Dublin street bin. Harbinger of decay, reliquary of unholy debris. Other countries may have trash cans, litter receptacles, garbage chutes, cleansing units. Dublin has caliginous black bins. Black as the darkest night of the soul, repositories of taint and corruption. Bursting through the uneven streetscape like the broken rotten tooth stumps of ancient giants. […]

You sponging witless bastards. There is no eloquence for you. No pretty words. DEATH TO THE DUMB!
That’s it I’m done. I’m wrung out here. I’ve got nothing left. NTL have taken my joy. I can’t even hate them. I’m reduced to posting whinges on my internet site. Christ this is a new low.
As you can […]

The internet is broken here in Gurrier Towers. Broken in a way that leaves NTL bereft of the ability to give the merest hint that it may be fixed it before I grow old and grey with rage. I have spoken to a series of timid and broken men who assure me that the important […]