Eugene Lambert
Very sad to hear about the passing of the mighty Eugene Lambert. Way back when this blog was a bumbling, stumbling and mewling babe,...
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Every Day is a Gif(t): Mr. Kipling’s Orgy of Cake
A companion piece to my Werther's reimagining.
This is why ad agencies should be paying me the big massive bucks. But they're afraid....
Every Day is a Gif(t): Creamy Werther’s Goodness in a Universe that Doesn’t Care
The universe may be little more than a chaotic and unfeeling soup of neutrinos, quarks, gluons and dark matter that's barely (if at...
Every Day is a Gif(t): Shitty Cloud Munch
Clouds – though occasionally cute, fluffy and given to floating on high o'er vales and hills – are, generally, a bit of...
Every Day is a Gif(t): Tumbley Hole Man
Formative experience recollection time.
It's a summer evening in, oh, 1979 (or thenabouts), and I'm standing – gob-smacked and...
Images that Make Me Want to Cry: 1 – The Corporate Handshake
Once, in a former life, I taught "Business English". Really.
I taught students proper forms of address. I taught them formalised small...
Hard Boiled and Soft Core: Tastes of Ould Ireland
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With the Ryan Report's revelations continuing to dynamite the (already shaky) moral foundations of pious ould Catholic Ireland,...
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,...
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...
A Lovely Lick of Paint for Spring
The last time Jess (my in-house designer, baby co-producer, loving wife etc) gave this here blog a makeover was way back in January...
The Great Picturegate Postcard Exhibition
The response, thus far, to my request for nudey postcards of An Taoiseach has been splendid & encouraging. Allan, in particular,...
Pissing on Bishops: 21st Century Obscenity & the State of the Nation
Obscenity. Profanity. Transgression. All these lovely things have been much on my mind of late. Not entirely sure why.
It may have...
Bits/Bobs/Odds/Ends/Awards (and Boggly eyes)
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After culls and purges vicious enough to shame Uncle Joe Stalin, 5 battered & wobbly survivors are left (just about) standing...
About Time
All's been quiet (and windswept and desolate) on the bloggy front of late as I've had neither the time nor the inclination to say...
