Tales Of The Gurrier

I initially read this as ‘Weak Men Read,’ and thought, ‘ah at last, the answer to the weaknesses that beset my flabby, undernourished body lie in my recklessly literate pursuits.’
There may be a more than a grain of truth in that.
Vintage adverts are always enjoyable, but one wonders what the generations one hundred years from […]

Otsï returned after my father died.
He left in the Summer of my ninth year. The Summer of the big wind, when all the houses on Bergen street lost their roofs. Stripped of their slate clad coverings and sturdy, red brick chimneys they resembled nothing more than a row of glum, naked pated gentlemen, their finery […]

Ha Gickr!
For my American friends, the gicker means your arsehole over here and gick is another name for poo.
To be used in conversation thusly;
‘Janey mack, I hear your wan likes it up the gicker.’
‘I hear your ma likes it up the gicker.’
‘Shurrup you.’
and from Kesey’s Concise guide to Dublin slang

Gick
(n.) Excrement. A favourite song […]

Not content with the current shitstorm boiling around them (see previous post), Sky Handling Partners have issued Damien Mulley with a lawyerific take down notice. Has anyone noticed how these are becoming a badge of honour among bloggers now? It’s like earning your bones. You’re no one until your Citizen Journo antics have enraged the […]

Damien Mulley, the gentleman who brings us the Irish Blog awards, tirelessly champions the cause of the Irish broadband consumer and the man who coined the immortal phrase ‘Dialup Demspey’ to describe our former minister for the environment has an interesting tale to tell over on his website.
It seems Sky Handling Partners, who lost Damien’s […]

I met Robert in the pub one Saturday night. It was late, the bar was almost empty, islands of untenanted seats punctured that delicate atmosphere of communion; dry throats and brown ale and a hungry thirst. Pub goers cloistered themselves in isolated groups, talking and drinking, an occasional shout of laughter stirring the susurrus of […]

I have now realised that the recent upgrade to Wordpress 2.2 has randomly replaced 60% of the apostrophes in my entire database with garbage like this ’.
Shite.

‘What’s that on your leg?’
‘My leg? Nothing, just a mole.’
‘It looks like letters, did you get a tattoo?’
‘What! Christ no.’
I stumbled into the bathroom to take a look. Fuck, she was right. There it was staring at me in the mirror ‘Fi’ it said. What the hell did it mean? No wait ‘If’, if what? […]