Moths
I'm not the sort of person who wears a suit. Much like the readers of this site, I'm the sort...
Bock’s People
House painting
I hate painting. I hate it with a passion normally reserved for Brussels sprouts and Enya albums. I hate it...
Paying €60 for a short plank in Dunnes Stores
As the economy goes up, our collective IQ seems to go down in a bizarre see-saw way that might well...
Dog Attacks
My dog is no saint. I know this. That's why I call it the Hound of Satan. My dog has...
Ten years of Bock the Robber
Who knew this bullshit would last ten years? Not me, that's for sure. Ten years of insane guff. Ten years...
One bear-sized chicken or 100 chicken-sized bears?
We were well-established in our pub of choice watching Ireland salvage a tiny shred of dignity by beating Italy when...
Goodbye Auntie
My poor old Auntie departed from us in recent weeks, leaving all who knew her bereft and distraught. We loved our...
Heedy Mortal moves on
Given the choice between a good man and a saint, I'll take the good man any day of the week,...
Happy Christmas
It might surprise some people to see an atheist like me wishing them happy Christmas, but why wouldn't I? Isn't...
Hound of Satan chewing my letters
Since the Hound of Satan is no longer able to chew the postman, he's settled for chewing the post instead....
