It is the opposition's fault for speaking:
Minister for Ruffstice:
"They are manipulating public opinion and their figures are false," he said.
10:10
Pat's back! His voice is all tanned sounding. He's talking to a real journalist about working in a war zone. In five more minutes he will have mentioned his most recent holiday destination three times having twisted the conversation around to it.
10:15
Hi Mick
I can't login to the project intranet. Is this still the same issue as the weekend? I'm receiving the error message -
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The system is unable to display your request, please try again later.
Hope you had a good weekend.
Thanks
Siobhan
10:34
Jerrey Very Crone has taken a full 30 seconds to lower the tone on air today. She starts off mentioning her clients. Then she talks about how she's great. Then she says "I would mount the chief executive on every platform."
Arkward silence. Yet she prattles on.
- Now she's promoting her business again. Somethings last a long time daniel johnson.
10:43
Siobhan
The intranet server got lashed on Paddy's day and spent the weekend on a trolly in the Mater sleeping it off. It's only coming out of its stupor now.
I'll get the ol' Barocca on the job and should have it renewed, revitalised and refreshed in the next 30 mins.
Dear ol' St. Pat has a lot to answer for. Good crack though.
is mise le meas
Mick
10:52
There's a religious debate on the radio. Pat Pious is wiping the floor with the jesus freaks. Why is God not Me? He's in his element, tweening Godliness and secular idolatory.
12:03
The propaganda machine is sat up. They're softening us up for the Queenie visiting in the next while. Eliza Bell. I know what they'll say when she comes to Dublin. "Welcome home, Queenie."
09:00
1988 Two undercover British soldiers beaten and killed by mob at Belfast funeral
A Sicilian court recently released an accused Mafiosi because he was too big (32 stone) to fit through prison doors or sleep in a prison bed.
12:12
S
refreshed, renewed, reloaded
regards
mk
13:48
CALLER: His forehead from his hairline to his eyebrows split wide open. My son. Handsome guy. Attacked in Dublin.
- Bushels of crap greet me on the doorstep. Vandalised locks. Shit and a janitor that won't work.
13:51
Joeradio heaving sighs. How long does this show go on, he thinks? I have some shopping to go to.
14:03
CALLER: Never saw him before. Punched me in the face with a bottle.
JOE (operating a check-list): What happened next?
CALLER: Stumble. Bouncer grabbed me. Brought me into a back room. Straight off to hospital.
JOE: How many stitches?
CALLER: Twenty one.
JOE (check): Scar?
CALLER: Yeah.
JOE (check): Where?
CALLER: Cheek.
JOE (check): What age are you?
CALLER: Twenty-one. Five years does seem harsh though to give him. I know you can't hit people. I didn't think he'd get time to be honest with ya.
JOE (check): You and the fella who stuck you with a bottle are both into football?
CALLER: We did the same football course.
JOE (check): What was going through your head?
CALLER: It might have been a Budweiser bottle. Not too sure. Everything went red.
14:13
A crim rings in:
CRIM: Loi-es, it's loi-es. Loi-es. How do you sleep at noigh?
HACK: I don't sell drugs to kids. You terrorised your whole neigbourhood.
14:33
JOERADIO: Do you think your life is in danger?
CRIM (prophetically): It's always in the back of me head.
14:34
JOERADIO: You're entitled to your holiday.
HACK: Where'd you get the money for it?
CRIM: I sell secondhand cars.
HACK: This is all part of the game. Selective memory. Use of language.
14:39
The media bushwhackers have circled the wagons and are reading out a list of charges and insinuendos against the alleged crim, firstname "Anthony". It's disgraceful because they're trying him on radio. That's completely unfair because he has not necessarily got the tools to defend himself against trained media professionals. I don't think it's right. How can we trust what the hacks are saying about this Dub? Just because his nickname is "Fatpus"?
14:43
CRIM 2 (calling from prison): Howyra Anto yalrioigh? Mr Hack, you say I did a armed robbery?
HACK: How many years are you in Portlaoise for?
CRIM 2: Never mind how many years I'm in for. Back in 1999 I was 18 years of age. 9 years. That fella is lyin'.
HACK: And another thing, and another thing, and another thing. Wait a second. He's in jail. Where'd he get the phone?
CRIM 2: Who doesn't have a phone these days? Youse are printing lies and causing trouble. You are a liar. You make up lies to start a war. Now I'm going. Get off the fucking phone ya fucking liar!
JOE: I need to take a break.
17:09
I went down to silently honor James Connolly and he lying beside the IRB fuckers in a cold grave in Arbour Hill. The Queen, when she comes, feted by erstwhile alleged republicans, won't be paying a call I don't expect.
17:11
I'm full time now trying to repair the damage done to doors by the louts and the flooding is back in the basement. I let the girls on the block committee get busy arranging a tradesman because they don't puke when handing 150 lids to a man in a van like I do. I'm chatting to the neighbours and that, not really giving a shit. Quiet to one side. Noisy out front.
18:18
How am I going to do this? Line up all the info. Clear back the information and lay it in separate piles.