A photograph purporting to be me appeared in today’s Irish Daily Mail. I wish to state clearly and categorically, that Glenda Gilson and I are not an item. We only met the once and I spoke to her briefly a … Continue reading →
I’m not going to the Irish Blog Awards. I know I said I’d go, and I even wrote to that Mulley bloke and said I would. But I have better things to do. I’ll be sending that other fella. He’s … Continue reading →
I wrote last week that there was to be a meeting about my trees eating lorries. The meeting was held. My God, it was horrible! I decided to bring TAT along as my weapon of choice. I asked our K8 … Continue reading →
There are times, [not often, I grant you] when I am almost at a loss for words. There is an event taking place tomorrow that I frankly find so bizarre that I feel either I am going insane, or else … Continue reading →
There seems to be a lot of interest in The Book. I call it The Book, because it doesn’t actually have a title yet. So far, I have done written interviews for Damien Mulley, and the Evening Herald. I believe … Continue reading →
Sandy and I were out the other day. We went for a walk, and then decided to stop off for a coffee and a smoke. Sandy doesn’t smoke but she enjoys her cappuccino [no sugar]. I like to think of … Continue reading →
For the first time ever, I took part in a phone-vote last night. I hate phone-votes, because they have led to a cheap, tacky format of television programming. I won’t watch any program that involves a public vote, including all … Continue reading →
I have found a new tactic for dealing with cold callers. I got tired of asking them for proof of identity. Voice: Am I speaking to Grandad? Me: You are. Voice: Hello. I’m from TalkTalk. Me: Fuck off. Voice: Pardon? … Continue reading →
Our K8 wrote a while ago about her carnivorous plant. Her plant ate teeny little flies. I can go one better than that. I have trees that eat lorries. Yesterday I got a letter. Well, actually, I didn’t. A letter … Continue reading →
