1972 BORN: Zinadine Zidane, French footballer, Real Madrid, France, headbutt meme
Freaking Youtube is all about freaking cat videos and cops acting the fuck.
11:13
Aoife ya let me down. That's all I'll say for ya. Ach I'm sick to my pit!
16:03
Life, death, lizards and threats:
48-year-old Bernard Dempsey has been convicted of the murder of James Curran in the Green Lizard Pub in Dublin in April 2005.17:49
Dempsey walked into the Francis St pub and fired three shots into Mr Curran's head as he enjoyed a drink with friends.
He made no attempt to disguise himself. After the shooting he then waved the gun in the air, saying look at this and casually walked out.
The trial in the Central Criminal Court heard that their (sic) had been widescale intimidation of witnesses.
A condition called encephaly attends to the foetus. They've said the baby is suffering in her womb. How can one say Habeas Corpus over a foetus? "Habeus Foetus"?
19:22
There I am transplanting a few marigolds into a few other pots and tubs. A forties-something woman and her fella are walking by. Well dressed, by which I mean wearing jeans, no tracksuits. Nice enough looking. Bit of Louis Vuitton (hah!, suckers). Looks like they're going out in the hotel and they're obviously lost, if they're coming up this way, and need to go around to the front. They stops to look around, wondering where the entrance could be.
Then, true to her Dubliner credentials, the lady happens upon a great idea. Hands her expensive handbag off to himself which he grabs for instant emasculation, squats in behind the large hotel bins that rolled out into the bay just an hour ago. Buckle clicks.
I'm mildly shocked. It's bad enough with men, but now we're going to get the penny-eye treatment from a female? She's as entitled as any man, assured, but on the other hand, it's quite un-ladylike to take a slash, n'est pas, behind a bin in broad daylight?
Defiantly, not, I drop around my pots to one knee. Angles from the ground obscured, I cough loudly. Sound is like "Ah here!"
Her perm bobs out from behind the garbage and says to her handbag man "Is there someone there?"
He looks left and right and doesn't bother to look up and says 'You're ok'. She's slashing and the sounds are of sloshing.
I clear my throat loudly. "Ewww!" I hack and hoof "Oh god jaysis, a h-ack a hack a whurrr." Like I'm having a fit. Her head is bobbing up and down behind the bins. They haven't a clue where it's coming from. A double dose of the "Oh God" and puking sounds makes her think twice and she buckles up, takes her handbag back and scarpers.
20:11
Enough of spinabifida! The child would grow up an obese alcoholic and be living at home on parole when he gets killed in a car crash escaping a fight after taking loads of drugs anyway, bleeding and leading the news all over again on some slow-weekend bulletin at the age of 21.
20:20
Sankt Hans in the rest of Northern Europe tomorrow. Midsummer's festival. Burning witches and family feasts. At the same time, we Celts are going to sneak out while the rain has pressed pause and get hammered drunk indoors as much as possible in a surprisingly short time frame. Now that's a pagan ritual.
