Comments on: Free-Bar Blues

By: Bock

Bock — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 21:33:22 +0000

That’s another excellent comment.

I might put them all together and make a short play.

Well done!

By: Sean Ici

Sean Ici — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 14:12:33 +0000

You think compliments will sooth the brow or meet the clear up costs, oh ye of the Mugging Meles meles. The offered brown paper envelope of a “own post” pay off, may seem like recompense, but such fine words will never butter my parsnips or apply any lubrication of any kind to my extenisve winter store of root vegetables… My riposte cleared the anger, the gestalt of it was self-serving, but to have inspired compliments (compliments!) threatens to shred the fragile I’m-over-it-and-have-moved-on compromise that I had patched together. F*ck anger management, the Tony the badger will pay - I’ll pursue him from Lakeside to Kerala - but he will pay….

By: Bock

Bock — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:35:45 +0000

Mr Ici: What a fine contribution to the genre. I’m thinking of making it a post all of its own.

By: O Sean Ici

O Sean Ici — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 12:57:54 +0000

Back at the house – the upside down house with the kitchen-cum-diner-cum-lounge opening on to the decked balcony, which looks out across the manor house where the Swiss stay to the greenious waters of Lough Derg; the holy dividing waters, the zebra-musselled waters, the pike engourging waters where, back in Da Valera’s Days of the Celtic Twilight, the Ennis boys raced to the islands before the toxic algae had them reaching for their leisure centre membership; no rent paid no permissions sought; the rancid floating debris lapping the strewn floor and couches, the less-than-impressed neighbours and Tony the Badger’s incoherent explanation – unaware, unimpressed, in the sense that I knew anything about him using it, other than cat-feeding duties… Shall we open it – the craniums (or, for the Latin scholars, is it crania) of the miscreants is all I want to open. The Badger is 50, the hearse reeks of scorched burgers and vomited Porter, Gin & Spliffage cocktails and the Felis silvestris catus has deserted to the Buglers up the Road – small price for a few hours of lust, gluttony and the lash for Wrinkley Joe and the Limerick exiles….

I know what we should do! said Wrinkly Missus. We’ll open the Dettol!

That was at five o’clock the following morning when the airport taxi delivered us from our tax-efficient Budapest pied-à-terre… Had it comin’ to ‘em - fecking Dubs was the helpful view of the BBQ pit of the Badger’s Retreat in the Village. It’s enough to make one want to drink the waters….

By: oynot

oynot — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 23:26:29 +0000

the fuckin spanish inquisition…? I’ll have you know I happen to know the said entrant to the wrinkly club quite well,in a roundabout kind of way,and I’d have to say…what the fuck did you expect…..and I’ll have you know you did better than that screaming bloke with the ear hair from bristol who drank all the tequila (ouch!)…..you should hear his tale of woe….. But,another day….

By: oynot

oynot — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 23:17:49 +0000

.well…what do you expect….

By: oynot

oynot — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 23:16:59 +0000

well…we do our best…..considering….

By: wrinkly Paddy

wrinkly Paddy — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 20:05:07 +0000

Hey Laurie, we’re your man……..!

By: laurie

laurie — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 02:03:54 +0000

true or not, i enjoyed this.

especially this: …a mad, disorganised, hedonistic outpouring of excess, gluttony, greed, lust and drunkenness. And hamburgers.

made me want to go find a party.

By: WrinklyJJnr

WrinklyJJnr — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 17:29:53 +0000

Makes me wonder if it’s this kind of jiggery-pokery I’ll be up to in later years with my misanthrope friends…