I find this very strange. I find it strange to be all the time reporting good news about Scunthorpe United, but that’s how it seems to be at the moment. Good news all the way.
Scunny met Doncaster today, and duly disposed of them. Two goals, the first by the incomparable Billy Sharp [...]
What kind of a langer is Bertie?
No. I’m quite serious. What kind of a dipshit is he? Does he think we’re all idiots? What’s this nonsense about the Manchester thing? Apparently, there were about twenty Manchester people at this talk he gave, plus maybe another fifteen Irish people, and they kind of – spontaneously, in [...]
Why are people trying to stamp out disease and famine?
The world is full of people who have more children than they can look after, who won’t use contraception and who never consider the consequences of having huge families. What’s going to happen if we succeed in stamping out disease? More famine, that’s what. Who’s going [...]
This is from al-Jazeera.
The woman is Wafa Sultan, an Arab-American psychologist from Los Angeles. Catch it while the link is still alive.
Great away win for the bums tonight, with a 1-0 victory over Chesterfield. Billy the Fish banged in a goal in the 13th minute, elevating Scunny to ninth place. Dizzy heights indeed.
Already, Wrinkly Paddy clamours at my door: When are we going?
I don’t know. Ask Wrinkly Joe. He’s the adult.
Meanwhile, a number of [...]
Looking at different photos of Bertie over the years, did you notice the way his nose seems to be getting longer? Did you notice that at all? I must say, I thought it was only my imagination until Wrinkly Joe sent me a text about it this morning. Remarkable. A prodigious proboscis, enhanced by constant [...]
It’s very simple. Hospitals should have a form for you to fill out, and it should read as follows:
Do you want to be treated – yes or no?
No?
Then fuck off!
I’m not answering what I got for my holy communion money, my confirmation money, what I got for my birthday, what I got for anything else. What I got personally in my life, to be frank with you, is none of your business.
Wrong, Bertie.
You weren’t a government minister when you got your communion money, or [...]
I got another call from Wrinkly Joe, just this evening. An excited call. Excited, elated and proud.
You see, Joe has always been a firm believer in the concept of community policing, and when McDowell suggested a Garda Reserve, Joe was four-square behind the idea. Now, as I told you, he recently made a [...]
You know those little forms the postman leaves when he can’t deliver something? They mean only one thing – trouble. In my case, they mean another visit to court because I couldn’t be bothered to pay the Corporation their stupid fucking parking fines, and eventually they send me a summons, and I go to court, [...]
