Category archives: Limerick
Send…More…Paramedics…
Had a blast and a half, with the Outbreak Festival crew, in the old Daghda space (St. John’s Sq, Limerick) last night. A healthy (or suitably unhealthy) crowd shuffled horrifically down to enjoy local film-maker Dermott Petty’s Gothic Country ‘n’… continue reading »
Images that Make Me Want to Cry: 3 – Great Coffee, Great Friends
Look, we all hate ourselves. You. Me. The postman. The elderly woman you sat beside on the bus this morning. We all sob ourselves to fitful sleep (wallowing in our pits of self-loathing). And no wonder. Life is brutish, short… continue reading »
The Campaign Poster Debaffler: 4 – The Watery Adventures of Toiréasa Ferris (Sinn Féin)
Early yesterday morning – as the wife the daughter, and the husband/father (i.e. myself) strode (and rolled) towards the Milk Market – we chanced upon the Sinn Féin Marine Assault Unit, out on maneuvers. Their movements were simultaneously furtive and… continue reading »
I Love Coffee, and I Now Have the T-Shirt to Prove it
Back in 1983, while in Mrs. Clifford’s third class, I won a copy of The Citadel of Chaos for drawing a picture of an elephant. Then, for a long time, nothing much happened. Until, that is, 2008 when I was… continue reading »
The Microfilm Miscellany: I Was born in Limerick
The “recession chic juggernaut of journalistic puke has no doubt inspired hacks to spew forth acres of “content” detailing “our” renewed love affair with public libraries. Once the preserve of the old, the milky, and the mad – these recession… continue reading »
Filthy Durty Postcards: Badgers, Blu-Tack & Picturegating
This lunchtime, while the rest of you stuffed your faces with fancy sangwiches, I went on a not-very-dangerous, undercover, guerilla art mission. First port of call was the National Portrait Collection of Ireland, Bourn Vincent Gallery (UL). On its stark… continue reading »
Filthy Durty Postcards: 2 – Spineless RTE Bastards
5 minutes after reading Suzy’s post on nekkid Brian Cowen “picturegate” (and RTÉ’s craven and vomit-inducing climb down) I distilled my rage and fury into the below. It took me about 126 seconds but I feel much the better for… continue reading »
Positions for Labour
Earlier this afternoon, as Jess & I sat watching a Kerrywoman pull a plastic baby out of a woolen womb, a single A4 sheet was passed around our ante-natal classroom. Atop the page were the words “Positions for Labour –… continue reading »
