Right. It’s done. I cast my vote, and fun it was too, I can tell you.
Here’s how I dispensed my Single Transferable Vote in order of preference:
1.   The Mother Teresa Wasn’t a Thieving Old Con-Artist Party.
2.  The Christian Liver-Transplant Party.
3.  The Wombles.
4.  Satan
5. Arthur Daley
6.  [...]

I came across this article in The Onion, about a new religious interpretation of gravitational theory.
Brilliant.

As you know, I don’t normally post too much about local news here in Limerick, but here’s one that caught my attention courtesy of Squid.
This involves a crash between a police car and two taxis and the subsequent behaviour of the police driver towards an injured passenger in one of the taxis. I posted [...]

I’m glad this is nearly over. I’m so glad, I’ve even stopped kicking my dog and making disparaging remarks about tinkers Travellers.
This stupid election has turned me into a different person, and indeed, a person I’m not at all sure I like.
Sarcastic. Aggressive. Loud. Excitable. Overbearing. Pessimistic. [...]

I hadn’t been in Bombay Mick’s for a while but the decor was the same and so were the clientele. Though the full noonday sun beat down on the street like an iron-mill hammer, the inside of the bar was dark as a coalmine twice as hot. A fan hung from the filthy [...]

After reading Mr Warmington’s charming piece on his Super Panther lawnmower, my conscience began to attack me, in a vaguely collapsed-Catholic kind of way.
Look at that grass, Bock, it whispered. After all your poor mother did for you. Look at the state of that feckin garden.
And to be honest, I have to admit [...]

I don’t know if you’ve been following this Phil Spector thing. Have you?
I’m struggling to find a politically correct way of expressing this, and in fact I’ve been trying for a while without success. Therefore, I’ve come to a conclusion: fuck political correctness.
He’s bonkers. Would that be a fair assessment?
Nuts.
Mad as a [...]

When I was small, my auntie used to take me to the churches around Limerick . It was great being a kid in those days. Spooky exorcist shit: plaster saints and candles and all that Hollywood stuff, but almost free. No entrance fee except you had to put some money into a shiny box if [...]

Did you watch that? The FA Cup, no less. Between the two greatest teams in England. Chelsea and Manchester United. No less.
The very best.
Wasn’t that the greatest load of horse-shit you ever had to sit through? I fell asleep 120 times during the match. In fact, it got so [...]

This came from the Great Zucchini. What more is there to say?