09.00
1922 Irish Civil War breaks out in Dublin as Michael Collins orders artillery attack on Republican hardliners holed up in the Four Courts, using guns loaned by Winston Churchill
09:13
It's a freelance gig so there's limits as to how much your corporate anxieties mean to me.
09:25
French parents ignore their kids and give them a hard time in order to civilize them. Dublin mothers do the same in order to get pissed.
10:25
These angst-y Irishy-sing-y songwrite-ry types slaughter perfectly innocent pop songs by infusing them with loads of feeling and meaning in an acoustic cover version, stretching notes, adding in "yeahs" and strumming their solos while humming along. Ah ha and wo hos through the middle eight.
Blast it out and stop trying to appear sensitive, pleeeee-weeee-eee-ase.
10:30
Yuppie twats can afford their own! (Sharp intake of breath.) We'll take a break.
ADIO: Have a barbecue. Eat some meat.
11:40
Cluster Musicians? Cluster Munitions.
11:44
People on about banning weapons. "Horrible", "ghastly" and stuff. But what the fuck do they know? Posh toff Dubs? "Ghastly" is not proper a word.
13:08
Beating the head off the Health Service Executive is like shooting fish in a car crash at the All Ireland final.
16:09
Humming of the concrete machine. Baby gravel rattles.
23:51
Night outs and midweek blues. So many young women standing outside the pubs on the street stowing pot bellies, swinging cigarettes. Someone, I wonder who, lied to them and said smoking helps control weight. It especially don't when you're swigging barrels of brew to wash the faggy taste off your mouth.
It's a freelance gig so there's limits as to how much your corporate anxieties mean to me.
09:25
French parents ignore their kids and give them a hard time in order to civilize them. Dublin mothers do the same in order to get pissed.
10:25
These angst-y Irishy-sing-y songwrite-ry types slaughter perfectly innocent pop songs by infusing them with loads of feeling and meaning in an acoustic cover version, stretching notes, adding in "yeahs" and strumming their solos while humming along. Ah ha and wo hos through the middle eight.
Blast it out and stop trying to appear sensitive, pleeeee-weeee-eee-ase.
10:30
Yuppie twats can afford their own! (Sharp intake of breath.) We'll take a break.
ADIO: Have a barbecue. Eat some meat.
11:40
Cluster Musicians? Cluster Munitions.
11:44
People on about banning weapons. "Horrible", "ghastly" and stuff. But what the fuck do they know? Posh toff Dubs? "Ghastly" is not proper a word.
13:08
Beating the head off the Health Service Executive is like shooting fish in a car crash at the All Ireland final.
16:09
Humming of the concrete machine. Baby gravel rattles.
23:51
Night outs and midweek blues. So many young women standing outside the pubs on the street stowing pot bellies, swinging cigarettes. Someone, I wonder who, lied to them and said smoking helps control weight. It especially don't when you're swigging barrels of brew to wash the faggy taste off your mouth.
