Tuesday

Monday 26 June: I envy him his pace of life

09:00
1963
US President John F. Kennedy makes his famed "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech in Cold War Berlin


10:09
A politician drones uninterrupted. Papers shuffle in the mic like thunder FX at a school play. Is Pat back? Lord Pat? Pat Most Mighty?
Is he back?
The politician expels three full lungfuls of air in pumping his horseshit from the tank to the surface, whilst I wait with baited breath for the next presentus interruptus moment.
- Oh no. It's Rugby Tom.
Possibly has Pat been drafted to reinvigorate the great man President Bush's war in error? Summoned to the Vatican to improve the Pope's dreary image? Does he traipse around Africa with Sir Bono to fix up AIDS during his down time?
Did he break his fingers? Did he lose his phone? Why doesn't he call! Have we done something to upset him? Oh!
Flooey, no. There is a higher calling. This must be acknowledged and honored. Even on holidays, greatness is a burden borne only by those broad-shouldered enough.
The least he could do is write, dammit! Send a card. Let us know how he's getting on.
11:07
Oh how I wish people would get back to me when they say they would. That way the world could work as it's supposed to - efficiently and with my best interests at heart.
11:27
Sure they're the right people for the job?:
The Children at Risk in Ireland Foundation has said gardai need to be more adequately resourced to deal with internet child pornography.
11:33
TEXT: Can't say no. No moral courage not to drink.
11:54
Those guys on the radio show think they're so special, they reckon they are running a 'dream factory'. The prize is, they'll bring a Johnny Tiresome standup comedy gig to your living room, for all your friends. Sheesh. If you have any friends left. Don't forget to kick him out or he'll reside for 3 months minimum.
11:55
Shittin' me: "There is a huge industry that is served by those interests."
11:59
The canary has rectified his remarks - it was a five figure sum, not six.
13:01
They're splitting the ghe-hairs over the vig, as tribunal hard-ons do, two decades later. Country girl ghe or city? Northside or southside ghe-hairs? Ol' wans or young wans?
13:04
We'll go back to the City centre. (Donk. Dead air.) Beat. (Fades up) and we'll be talking to ... after this short break.
13:13
Lived alone in a house at the back of the Capuchin Chapel on Church street. Last Sunday evening Dublin Fire brigade discovered his body lying in the downstairs front room. The one with broken floorboards.
13:14
REPORTS: The canary says he never used that word "bribes", he just said "dough-nations." Then they say, "let's go for a break". Stop. Donk. Dead air. Beat. Whassa matter, run out of ads for insurance?
13:18
"David, we'll come back to you in a moment because we're having technical problems with that connection to Dublin city centre. It is, after all, two kilometres down the road."
13:22
"Still having problems with that phone call. We'll abandon that."
15:12
Bands of chiaroscuro light slat through the blind. Is nice but hard to see my screen.
16:04
Bleedin' PDFs crash me browser every time. Bloot! Nodobe.
16:28
They're not building a tower over there on the opposite dock, they're building a glass mountain.
17:03
The Radio have got a girl with no personality to replace the girl with no personality who has disappeared somewhere off.
19:14
Horse and trap he's driving, and he talking on the mobile. Are there no laws about that?
19:50
There's a tortoise living on the balcony of the place up the street. Every day I see him in a slightly different position. I envy him his pace of life.
22:20
I thought I saw the sun go down. I did, I did see the sun go down.