Today's entry in the toy-making hall of shame was, like last week's example, purchased in the marvellous crap toy repository that is Limerick's "Euro 2 Shop" (formerly "Mary's of Limerick"). Just as "Super Rorot Rorot" was a …

Due to popular demand (or at least the absence of popular opposition) I’m dipping into my Letts Boy's Diary 1986 once more to pull out another absorbing extract.

When last we looked …

Didn't Marcel Proust once suggest that "nostalgia" was:

…like an old dog chewing carpet slippers in a frenzy of self-loathing.

Well…actually, no…he didn't - and for good reason: it doesn't make any sense (or does it?).

Dogs and …

I suggested that the final of this year's World Snooker Championship would be "remembered fondly only by…'hardcore' lovers of snooker pain and suffering" but also that it could end up being a …

'Tis Riverfest weekend here in Limerick City, and World Championship Snooker Final weekend over in Sheffield. The latter event has yielded a pair of surprise finalists, with Graeme 'Pocket Dynamo' Dott …

A mildly-alarming six days have gone by since my last post…during which time I've been busy a) dosing myself up with drugs to soothe the pain of a fucked back, and, b) renewing (with …

"Whoever called snooker 'chess with balls' was rude, but right." - Clive James.

I know things have been deathly quite around the corridors of fustar.info of late, but I went into a kind …

Back in August of last year (when fustar.info was just a twinkle in my eye) my wonderful woman very kindly bought me Season 1 of The X-Files on DVD for my birthday. …

Courtesy of Alex Boese's Museum of Hoaxes I had my attention drawn to the following story…and what a story it is. Residents of the Crichton area of Mobile, Alabama (a 'black neighbourhood' in case you’re wondering) have recently reported …

Despite the fact that I'm well into my third year of abstention from television-watching, I freely admit that a morbid fascination with the medium (in all it's lethargy-inducing, brain-frying 'glory') still remains. This past weekend, for example, I spent 2 …

The Story Concludes…

After Part Two's tales of horse colic, Neil Jordan, Flann O'Brien, Fortycoats, and 'Ould Mr. Brennan'…our story drifts gently towards its ending. My thanks (again) go out to Eugene for agreeing to chat (off the cuff) about …

The Story so far…

With Part 1 (and Eugene’s early days) behind us, our tale now winds its way toward the promised land of Part 2…and the arrival of a certain wagon.

Ready boys and …

Though I'm not someone who has much time for the kind of indiscriminate nostalgia expressed in the likes of I Love Nineteen-Eighty-Whatever etc., there are (undoubtedly) certain television shows from my childhood (the ones with an indescribable 'something') that …

'Guest Post' by Copernicus

I enjoy taking a certain immoderately smug view of myself predicated on a few pleasing cultural tropes. I have browsed intelligently among the moderns and the postmoderns, committed to memory verses both metered and …