08:04
Depressed because I woke up this morning and realised she had spent more nights with her mother than with her boyfriend for the last 8 months of our relationship.
09:00
1943 BORN: Robert Crumb AKA R. Crumb, American comic book artist, illustrator and musician, author of Fritz the Cat and Keep on Truckin' comics
09:53
Dub urban planners' empty talk about the cycle route “network”, without reference to the fact that none of the nominal bike lanes actually join up, making a bloody slaughter of the word "network".
10:10
I beg his pardon. A caller says to Pat that if anyone thinks like he just said, they're stupendously misinformed. To Pat the Most Pat himself he said it. Union head, I'd say. Bolshevik.
10:35
Pat he shuffles the paper across the mike so gently. Subtly, like silk. You can barely hear the pages scrape at all. Although his laptop makes funny sounds now and again.
10:40
These middle-aged superannuated men are now talking about ladies with uncertain lumps in their breasts. Any excuse to stroke themselves. Fuck that. Unqualified garbage. Poddie time.
11:23
Everybody walks past it, nose screwed up, trying to look the other way. It's hardened now and looks like it could fossilize and last through winter. The stench of shite has decreased at least but the maggots cannot be far away. Somebody, please clean it up. Please. Chalk it down to experience and clean the thing up.
13:36
A Jamacio-Hibernian has gone missing. Subconsciously, the cop who's investigating keeps saying she's carrying a "black" bag and wearing "black".
13:49
Trai-ceeeeeeEE?
Whaaaaaaaaaaa-h?
Who lives in de-yire?
Me poxy brudder!
- and this lovely angel of the streets is seven months pregnant whilst being off her head on smack at lunchtime.
13:56
She's kind of enigmatic, but with a fat face.
14:44
JRADIO: "Is he coping, Treassa? How is he holding up?"
- It's very distressing. Help get me out of here he says.
15:50
Talkie walkies ribbit in radio tones.
17:22
The News says absolutely no ASBOs have been issued since the Anti-Social Barring Order was introduced 12 months ago. Unsurprising really, as most people don't even know how to spell them.
17:31
VERY HIGH PAID INCUMBENT PRESENTER LIVE ON AIR: I'll just ah. We'll get John to eh. Oh no, I've just found what piece of paper I've shuffled into oblivion a second ago.
"Twenty percent of suicides are due to bullying in the workplace in Ireland."
Now there's a surprise. What next? “80% is due to bullying everywhere else.”
17:41
This presenter is all the time - you say it was a man in his twenties - interrupting.
18:21
Flooded farmers moaning about the lack of hay when the sun don't shine. No hay, no pay, they say. Yeah, tell me about it.
19:19
Voices, Chinese. Like temporal ghosts in the stairway.
Sighted in doors and windows. Beautiful people.
Or are they?
Hard to tell.
When I haven't a clue what.
They eat.
Say.
Sing about.
Withery lean.
Girls in tight t-shirts.
Guys with ear-piece mobile phones.
Dubs.
Sweet child cooing. Plastic wheels scrape.
An adult's voice full of love and cobbles.
Barks at it to 'do as I ask ye'.
Persuasion by intimidation. Not invitation.
22:43
Yareeh hoss?
Depressed because I woke up this morning and realised she had spent more nights with her mother than with her boyfriend for the last 8 months of our relationship.
09:00
1943 BORN: Robert Crumb AKA R. Crumb, American comic book artist, illustrator and musician, author of Fritz the Cat and Keep on Truckin' comics
09:53
Dub urban planners' empty talk about the cycle route “network”, without reference to the fact that none of the nominal bike lanes actually join up, making a bloody slaughter of the word "network".
10:10
I beg his pardon. A caller says to Pat that if anyone thinks like he just said, they're stupendously misinformed. To Pat the Most Pat himself he said it. Union head, I'd say. Bolshevik.
10:35
Pat he shuffles the paper across the mike so gently. Subtly, like silk. You can barely hear the pages scrape at all. Although his laptop makes funny sounds now and again.
10:40
These middle-aged superannuated men are now talking about ladies with uncertain lumps in their breasts. Any excuse to stroke themselves. Fuck that. Unqualified garbage. Poddie time.
11:23
Everybody walks past it, nose screwed up, trying to look the other way. It's hardened now and looks like it could fossilize and last through winter. The stench of shite has decreased at least but the maggots cannot be far away. Somebody, please clean it up. Please. Chalk it down to experience and clean the thing up.
13:36
A Jamacio-Hibernian has gone missing. Subconsciously, the cop who's investigating keeps saying she's carrying a "black" bag and wearing "black".
13:49
Trai-ceeeeeeEE?
Whaaaaaaaaaaa-h?
Who lives in de-yire?
Me poxy brudder!
- and this lovely angel of the streets is seven months pregnant whilst being off her head on smack at lunchtime.
13:56
She's kind of enigmatic, but with a fat face.
14:44
JRADIO: "Is he coping, Treassa? How is he holding up?"
- It's very distressing. Help get me out of here he says.
Talkie walkies ribbit in radio tones.
17:22
The News says absolutely no ASBOs have been issued since the Anti-Social Barring Order was introduced 12 months ago. Unsurprising really, as most people don't even know how to spell them.
17:31
VERY HIGH PAID INCUMBENT PRESENTER LIVE ON AIR: I'll just ah. We'll get John to eh. Oh no, I've just found what piece of paper I've shuffled into oblivion a second ago.
"Twenty percent of suicides are due to bullying in the workplace in Ireland."
Now there's a surprise. What next? “80% is due to bullying everywhere else.”
17:41
This presenter is all the time - you say it was a man in his twenties - interrupting.
18:21
Flooded farmers moaning about the lack of hay when the sun don't shine. No hay, no pay, they say. Yeah, tell me about it.
19:19
Voices, Chinese. Like temporal ghosts in the stairway.
Sighted in doors and windows. Beautiful people.
Or are they?
Hard to tell.
When I haven't a clue what.
They eat.
Say.
Sing about.
Withery lean.
Girls in tight t-shirts.
Guys with ear-piece mobile phones.
Dubs.
Sweet child cooing. Plastic wheels scrape.
An adult's voice full of love and cobbles.
Barks at it to 'do as I ask ye'.
Persuasion by intimidation. Not invitation.
22:43
Yareeh hoss?
