Office party blues

What do you think of all this Facebook friends thing?  Are you a bit uncomfortable with the fake, twee, kissy-kissy falseness of it all?  Does it piss you off? Does [...]

Jesus, the town is full of goose-milkers, heron-stranglers and baldy grow-badlies! Gonad was not a happy man. What? What, Gonad, my esteemed, though expensive, lawyer? Did you see the state [...]

About fourteen hours into There Will Be Blood, it finally dawned on me whose accent Daniel Day-Lewis was copying. You see, initially I thought it might be Sean Connery, at [...]

The phone rang. It was my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian: I'd recognise his soft snarl anywhere. I'm in the hospital. Get down here quick! Jesus, Gonad, I said, are you [...]

Gonad the Ballbearian was in a skittish mood when he accosted me today. He was chuckling. He was sniggering. In short, he was anything but his normal boorish self. What [...]

I bumped into my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian, today. Well Gonad, I said. What are you doing to celebrate International Women's Day? Doing? he replied, What am I doing? If [...]

Gonad the Ballbearian produced a newspaper clipping today about some fucker in Ennis who was convicted of exposing himself outside a school. His surname: Bareness. You just couldn't make it [...]

I bumped into my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian recently on the street. He was talking earnestly to a small plaster effigy of General Franco and sweating like a criminal. Aha! [...]