Bock The Robber

Now that’s what I call a bad bank

Three-letter organisation to rule Ireland

The Scunts did very well today, travelling to the East End of London and collecting three points from Millwall. Millwall, by Jesus! Anyone who has ever been to Millwall’s ground [...]

I was fighting the dog for the last piece of Chicken Rogan Josh when the phone rang.  The dog had a firm grip on my right leg, just below the [...]

A busy sporting weekend. Munster had a good win, didn’t they?  We beat Cardiff Blues 28-20 to take top place in the league table, with the delicious prospect of meeting [...]

I got a text from Wrinkly Joe this morning: Have you been following our ferric footballing friends’ latest results? Now, you might not have been following the Iron’s exploits lately [...]

I must be one of the few people who actually have the Charlie Manson album, Lie: The Love and Terror Cult. It isn’t bad, you know.  He has a reasonable [...]

Well, I collected the Nut’s old BMW, which means I have wheels again.  I also decided not to bother replacing the turbo myself.  Why the hell would I when I [...]

Now that we’re both media giants … , said Wrinkly Paddy. Yeah? I grunted, looking up from the gigantic spliff I was trying to assemble. Well, he said, they’ll want [...]

We’re going (as I told you) to the game in Dublin.  Ireland versus Scotland in Croke Park. Myself and the Bullet.  Off to see the rugby, and to stay the [...]