1945 WW2: Prat in a hat caps himself
The anchor of the typical passenger cruise ship weighs as much as 3 full-grown elephants.
10:48
Very annoying "debate" where the mortal enemies of a Sticky (left wing republican) and a Flatcapper (right wing republican) won't listen to each other and hijack each other's words and joyride with them, crashing them into bus stops.
12:00
All the radio presenters have been centrally commanded to end their shows with a "Get out and Vote" reminder. I'll get out several times, if they keep repeating it.
12:24
More barking dogs, like voices.
- They're gone.
12:36
You try to do justice. They just crush you with crap.
13:11
Ireland is at peace, asserts Bertie. And she still unfree? Is it the tranquilizing effect of saturation-levels of booze? Or is he mad?
13:40
The nation has a hard heart this day as light yellow stuff from the sky rains upon our heads.
14:11
Bertie's roadshow is floating around the constituency in a waxy Lexus with fanfare tannoys urging us to vote The Don tomorrow.
14:12
TWITTER: A boy riding a girls bike w no front tyre. He sends postcards to himself places he s been.
14:29
"As the Superintindint says, hindsight is a great thing."
14:31
Retrospectoscope.
14:34
Candidates split the hair on their arseholes with razor blades. Divides the mind. Breaks the message up into an argument about what the facts are, not a debate about what they mean.
14:45
Four thousand extra Gardai since whenever. Go to report a crime and they say "Ring someone else". Crime is not going down. People have given up reporting the smaller crime.
14:57
The media-eejits have all come out in full force in favour of the thick Dub baytin' the head off the woolly-back country boy. Predictable.
15:24
Another bag of rubbish left on the streets. Another Gentleman, wife, kids, not living at home anymore.
15:45
Hello, good afternoon, and youse are welcome, right, to all our tomorrows.
15:46
Me4 T-Chip.
16:14
Countess! Bring over the white van. We're making our move tonight!
- Sir!
We're getting away from these bottle-tanned sleeveens and starting our own republic!
- Sir! Keys?
A republic of one. A republic of me. The iRepublic. Herewith the Proclamation:
So, Madam Speaker, I stand here before you as a proud son of Ireland. And I stand with you as a steadfast friend of the United States of America.A famous son of Wicklow, the son also of an American mother, Charles Stewart Parnell, stood in this place 128 years ago, the first Irish leader to do so.Parnell turned to the United States, as have many Irish leaders since, as we strove to emulate the achievements of America and to vindicate the principles that inspired your founding fathers: the principles of liberty, of equality and of justiceIn the early part of the last century, Eamon De Valera came here seeking help as Ireland struggled for her independence.In more recent times, many Irish leaders have come here in the quest for peace in Northern Ireland.Whenever we have asked for help, America has always been there for us - a friend in good times and in bad.We need 50cal ammo, Javelin missile launchers and a couple of tanks. I have a van. Air support would be greatly appreciated and we promise your pilots will have a cup of tea (or coffee) laid on for them when they land at Shannon Airbase (which you are free to use for whatever you like).
On this Day: Braun Bread YoursCommandante Marco
17:22
Cops found an AK47 (AK 74, more likely, bitches) in Rialto in the ditch near the canal bridge. Weapons of bleedin' massive destruction.
17:26
They're as common in people's gardens as shovels nowadays.
20:44
Bins. I see bins everywhere. And bags. Black bags piled high. I'm imprisoned in an improvised superdump.
23:43
AmNaREEEEE!
23:46
“A p-p-personal donation.”
