44BC Beware the Ides of March as Roman dictator Julius Caesar stabbed to death by Roman senators
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| Julius gets a pain in the neck, 44BC |
Written in 350BC, Aristotle's book Meteorologica remained the standard textbook on weather for 2,000 years.
11:39
I find myself being polite again this morning. A bum approaches me in Temple Bar. I carefully maneuver myself behind a signpost. (Live one here, I'm thinking). He's probably been up all night. If this is him going home he'll be wired. Sure even the dogs in the street are on coke. His arms are held out in front of him, he's stooped over, Dublin bum style.
Strange, he seems a little bit clean as he draws closer to me.
"Scuse me. Scuse me sir."
Instinctively, I brush my pocket lightly with the tip of my thumb and smile, painfully. "Yes?"
He lifts his arm with its blackened hand attached and his outstretched chilblained finger points down Essex St, asking:
"Is this the way to Amarillo?"
I suppress a smile, wantonly. "No, Amarillo is that way,” pointing the opposite direction. “That's the way to San José."
Not every bum is a character.
12:23
It's the week of the Cheltenham Races, an annual hooves-up, when horse racing becomes almost proletarian and therefore acceptable for the middle classes to witter on about endlessly and repeatedly as if anybody gives a shit.
The posh presenter from RTE radio is speaking down to a culchie farmer, as ever, but makes an added effort to sound all homey and horsey, using all these idioms no real person speaks. 'We can't let you go home dry, Jimmy.'
(So you send him home drunk and he kills a farmer rolling home on his bike? Fucker, act responsibly. Lips and ships. Watch what you say.)
The southside bird who sits in the studio sounding as posh as embroidered 3-ply quilted toilet paper, jocularly refers to 'the father's tip'.
Speaking 'the Irish' on 'the day that's in it' has become suddenly infectious, especially as horse racing comes from the English mainland and all the English-sounding Irish don't sound as English as they'd like. Therefore, they're all putting on their best fulchie accents, speaking sideways out of the mouth, picturing the summers yellow with hay.
Must be the smell of horseshit getting to them. Wish they'd shag off and leave being Irish to the Irish! Dub fucks.
12:52
Sawed off slaughter. Goes around, comes around, what can I tell ya, your round year 'round? Doing nothing has certainly helped:
The man was found shot dead in a cul-de-sac off Blackhorse Avenue at around midday. He was known to gardai and had previously been charged with firearm offences following a pub shooting in Dublin last September.17:22
The voice of seasoned sense:
The Sinn Fein leader, Gerry Adams, has said the man linked to a number of ongoing Garda and PSNI investigations, Thomas 'Slab' Murphy, is not a criminal.
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23:39
Don't worry if you're on your holidays in Dublin and your tram gets hit by a speeding car, it's only the local joyriders and cops out for a spin in their chop chop whooey whooeys.
Three men were arrested today after what is believed to have been a stolen vehicle crashed at a Luas line in Dublin.
