Bock The Robber

It’s a strange expression, isn’t it? Working class. What does it mean? I’ve always had a problem with it, even though I’ve always vaguely understood its thrust. It’s very British. [...]

I went to a funeral tonight. Well, actually, I went to the removal. It always surprises me how many people from outside Ireland visit here, so perhaps I should explain. [...]

Do you know something – I love Lidl. I’m a complete Lidl junkie. I even look up their web site a week in advance to see what the latest specials [...]

Would you like to hear the story of the great big bridge and the tiny little mouse? OK then. Settle in and pull up those cosy covers while I tell [...]

I don’t know. I have no idea what it means to be Irish. In spite of the fact that – as far as I’m aware- my people have lived here [...]

Having said all that about Ryanair, the no-care airline, the low-standards airline, the no-brain airline, in fairness, I would have to say this about them: they’re shit. However, here’s the [...]

Did you see those reports during the week about a couple who sued a hospital because a sterilisation operation didn’t work? It seems the woman had a tubal ligation in [...]

The first worrying thing was when some official walked out onto the pitch and welcomed everyone to Lansdown- sorry – Croke Park! Oh noooo!!! Then the Artane Band came out, [...]

Jesus, said Wrinkly Paddy. This place is full of Northsiders. True, I replied, but imagine how they feel. Their streets are full of Southsiders, Culchies and filthy garlic-eating surrender-monkeys. God, [...]

I went out this evening with a couple of my friends to a play. You might remember from previous posts that we sometimes go to the theatre, and usually it’s [...]