You probably know that the High Court today issued a hugely significant decision concerning child-abusers.
The facts are simple. Until last week, a man who had sex with a girl younger than fifteen was automatically guilty of statutory rape, whether or not he believed the girl to be older. Last week, the Supreme Court ruled that [...]
At Wrinkly Joe’s suggestion, I checked out Newstalk, which it seems is about to go semi-nationwide. No harm either: at least I won’t have to listen to that fool Tubridy any more, or the cretin Mooney or that fat halfwit, Gerry Ryan.
In the interest of research, I visited their web site, and had a [...]
Folks, my apologies to you. I’m sorry for failing to bore you in the usual way, and I promise normal service will resume shortly. I have every confidence that you understand why this regrettable lacuna has occurred. The emotional overload following last week’s astonishing events at the Millennium Stadium has taken its toll on every [...]
I see the tinkers in Castletroy don’t want to move into their new accommodation. Oh? Is this because the Council didn’t build the houses to a proper standard? No. They built them to the highest possible specification.
Is it because the houses are unsuitable? No. The Travellers were consulted at every stage of the design.
Perhaps [...]
I think it might be possible that – very gradually – things might conceivably perhaps be inching towards starting to return to something approaching a state vaguely resembling near-normality.
Maybe.
I feel that there might be some hope of starting to tell some kind of story, and even aspiring to weave two or three stories together. A [...]
Pat Rossiter seems like a decent man. He’s a cultured and well-read person, by the sound of him, who speaks plainly, and articulately, without pretention but with great dignity. Pat Rossiter’s fourteen-year-old son, Brian, died in Garda custody in 2002. Pat Rossiter subsequently announced his intention to sue an Garda Siochana for the wrongful death [...]
The dying rays of a perfect May sunset streamed through the bow window, silhouetting the pensive figure who gazed out across the lawns of the great castle. As Bock, deep in thought, scanned the horizon of his vast estate, the light caressed his face, illuminating his fine features and revealing the faintest flicker of secret [...]
Hyperzenchef called from Japan, but this didn’t surprise me, as he lives there. He ran away to Japan a few years back to join the Yakuza, intending eventually to come home and start a Limerick branch: the Knackuza. I don’t know how he’s getting on with the plan, as he’s not allowed to discuss such [...]