I think dope makes you selfish. Brother versus brother for the final toke.
01:22
hooker hooking up
she looks need
from 200 feet
she looks rough
if you're close enough
10:18
Well after our little chat programme we hope to see the situation resolved in the coming months ahead. Ads.
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10:35
Prats-in-hats are on about their needing stab proof vests at Smithfield horse fair. It's because they're afraid of Traveller horse traders. The threat is cultural and not actual. My advice: get to know them. They're all right. Then stay away from them unless you need some scrap. They're as ignorant of you as you are of them. Then, take your anorak-zipping animal lovers, let you, and boost them up your developer-loving backsides.
"You sort of put your life - you could be prodded or possibly stabbed. There's fights that may break out."
10:36
I think I'll get a stab proof vest for going to the Tesco.
10:38
The Travellers' representative says it's like saying because one car crashes all cars should be banned. Whatever that means.
11:05
Rugby Tom keeps interrupting the Gaelic sports reader to talk about Westbrit games such as cricket and hockey. Rugby Tom has no real interest in the GAA "warriors" who spend five minutes decked out on the sideline after a hard but fair tackle and then play on through the concussion wearing blood-soaked bandages to the final whistle. If it was a rugby player with split ends under analysis, the outrage in his voice would be edible. He'd fulminate.
11:08
The general rapport between Tom and the sports reader is less than non-existent. Anyway, how are you today Ronan? Not too bad thanks, Tom. Pause. Empty vacant pause full of nothingness save for the hissing of blood pressure. Silence continues unabated. Are they looking at each other in a staring contest? Has one gone out of the room to use the bathroom? Do we listen to endless ads about insurance and car glass so that we may listen to silent presenters stylelessly think, "What a dork this other presenter is". Dead air hangs like dingle berries around a tailpipe.
11:14
A long-suffering Yank has been dragged off the plane to talk to us, the grateful audience, about her book. Is she proud to be Irish-American? "It's cool" says Tom. 'It's hyphenated', she counters.
11:15
RUGBYTOM: You thinking race memory here?
YANK: (perplexed) Perhaps. What do you think?
RUGBYTOM: (pensive) I don't know.
11:22
RUGBYTOM (jingoistic): Are the modern Irish writers your literary blood cousins?
YANK (sardonic): There were loads of Irish Catholics coming over to the States trying to pass themselves off as Protestants when they got there.
12:12
It was erected without notice. A flash barrier. Like a flash roadblock, but with no-one manning it, no lights and no warning signs. There he went, the young father of two, riding his scooter home from work. In the morning the road was clear. In the evening it was made impassable by concrete barriers placed on the bend. Smack. He comes off the moto. Body crushed. Kids orphaned.
A flash barrier will kill that quick. And nobody will be to blame. It's progress, you see. You see, we have to put them here where it's dangerous, so that you can be killed. And duly, a biker is killed and progress is ever made and measured by the number of overdue construction projects with no health and safety plan. Meantime the under-30 guy gets his death humped in with all the other dead drivers who are male and under 30 when the reason he died on the road is not because of who he is or his age but because of what the roads are.
12:38
A hundred brand new buses lying idle in the depot while people walk five miles to work in Dublin and children almost burn to death on school runs.
12:49
DJ on the radio got up from his desk last night and went over to spin on the decks in the studio. I remember now because he was awful. Gave me a headache. Sit down ya gom.
13:33
BREAKING: A coast-guard chopper has just landed in Cork and unloaded two large bales. Of what? Reports of two known drugs squad police who were seen to accompany the bales. A rescue helicopter has been commandeered to take the recovered bales of something off the lifeboat at sea. Bales not for feeding to stranded sheep, we don't think, at this point in time.
14:49
Weather leaves us in limbo between showers while trams pump air to ballast tanks and surface.
15:44
Heh heh. Mind yowsel. F.
15:22
UPDATE: a search and rescue helicopter has found stacks of cocaine floating on the sea whilst looking for a missing British man in a boat. Who went fishing. In the early hours. Scratch scratch, wonder wonder.
17:12
'Tis an epidemic now. Half a tonne of coke, two Tans and one inverted rubber dinghy bobbing about the cove. If he's such a criminal mastermind, how come the arrestee didn't skip past the house he called to and make a break for it, instead of raising the alarm? Smugglers' honour?
17:34
Without a hint of blessed irony, at this moment in time, a radio station is offering listeners a prize to go fishing along the West coast (if you like fishing). Might catch a bale of cocaine! Ha! Ahem.
20:23
Head melted by all this internet stuff on this cold evening. It's alright on the outside looking in. The other way around is like a dark shadow looming.
