09:00
1960 First Late Late Show broadcast by host Gay Byrne on RTE1
11:02
Over 100 trillion pounds sterling of kilograms washed up in coke smugglers cove in Cork, boy!
11:15
Another day without love. Some guy with a fat voice on the radio now instead of Hail Pat! or Rugby Tom, talking he is about fishing. Darn.
- The fat voice drones on about global warming while the rain swings like a pendulum.
12:01
Flinging pipe bombs that don't bleedin' go off at each other in the Dublin area. West of the line.
12:12
In the eighties they kept showing the same old stock videos of howitzers and tanks to illustrate television news stories about the to-ings and fro-ings of the Iran-Iraq war. Fresh-faced and fanciful, I frequently wondered why the pictures were always the same, no matter what day it was or what the story, with the effect of numbing me and the freezing the war. Fast forward to today. The difference is, now I can get updated desert warfare images to the point where I'm going to get ill. I can pretty much click on individualised video recordings of people getting fucked.
12:18
A video showing the machine digging out of an ancient apricot orchard in Palestine so that Jewish settlers can kosher-shit in the Palestinian farmers' fertile valley from their fortified settlement on the hill. An extended family weeps for their honour, livelihood and tradition as callous IDF soldiers stand by slinging rifles. I'm going to be ill.
12:43
Dubs come to your house and kidnap your babies, hold a gun to your head, get the keys to the bank off you, take the money, stick it in the back of a jeep and disappear. These are the kids who grow up into thugs. Laughing at you. Someone taught them how to plan, but it wasn't us. We spent our time ignoring them, so you can't blame us. There's nothing we can do.
13:29
ADIO: Buy a house. Buy some insurance. Get an alarm.
15:33
They're girls are talking about soap operas on the radio again. Eastenders and that. God, women are such idiots!
15:35
Just saw my ex online with the contacts service in gmail. Immediately found the way to filter her from my list of friends. No more green lights. Get thee gone to a backward place!
21:23
I don't know what to do. I walked down that street a thousand times in the past ten years and I never ever met her. Then tonight she's walking up with her mom and I'm having to put my head down and make like each of us in our own way isn't there. Which we isn't.
23:40
Coming up oon my 35th. No date. No woman. No wife. At least I can say, "I tried." ("And failed.")
