A great old Irish word has survived intact within the Limerick dialect, as a term of abuse. Naturally, this being Limerick, they couldn’t have held on to a term of endearment.
The word is gabhal, pronounced gowl, to rhyme with owl. Contrary to what many people think, it isn’t a corruption of ghoul. [...]
If you were going to build a shopping centre, would you call it The Mountaineering Centre? No, you wouldn’t, unless you were a fucking eejit. Would you call it the Cancer Research Centre? You would not. Would you call it the Pre-School Education Centre? Of course you wouldn’t! Maybe [...]
Lyndon B Johnson was not a man to trifle with. Lyndon B Johnson had a direct way with words that many today would find offensive. This was the man who famously said of Edgar J Hoover, “better to have him inside the tent pissing out, than outside the tent pissing in”.
In the late sixties, [...]
I phoned Wrinkly Paddy, and I said, Pat, I’m thinking of quitting the liquor.
After a long, long pause he said, Why?
Well, I said, I think I’ve been going very heavy on the booze lately. Waking up every morning recently feeling like shit, can’t get out of bed, late for fucking work.
But Bock – [...]
Did I mention that the Bullet got an electric guitar? And that his cousin, Blackbeard, got another?
Yeah. I thought it was a great idea. I cleared out a big room where they could practise, and they set up their amps in there, nice and cosy. Then another fucker arrived with a [...]
Oh! With all the excitement at Thomond Park, I nearly forgot to mention that Scunthorpe United won again today, beating Leyton Orient 3-1. Billy the Fish, as usual, banged in a brace of goals. They now occupy third place in the table behind Nottingham Forest and Bristol City. Heady days indeed [...]
Well, I needn’t have worried. Munster thumped the shit out of Bourgoin to win 41-23, a scoreline that didn’t do them justice. They put on a tremendous display of [tag]rugby[/tag] football, with fast accurate passing, huge pace around the field and powerful tackling, and they bagged six fine tries for their trouble. Well [...]
Ok. I’m just waiting for the Bullet to gnaw his way through the last of his T-bone steak and we’ll be off. We’re away to see Munster play Bourgoin at Thomond Park, and although these fuckers often send their seconds or thirds, it doesn’t do to be over-confident so I’ll make no predictions. [...]