End of Days
I sometimes wonder what will become of this site when I’m gone. When I say gone, I mean gone as in lost interest and gone away doing something else. Or maybe gone as in gone to the Great Smokey Pub … Continue reading →
I sometimes wonder what will become of this site when I’m gone. When I say gone, I mean gone as in lost interest and gone away doing something else. Or maybe gone as in gone to the Great Smokey Pub … Continue reading →
Homeless living rough on the streets? Drunks? Pop festival goers? Street protesters? None of the above. What we see here is possibly one of the saddest sights of modern times. What we see here is sheeple sleeping on the streets … Continue reading →
Next Thursday is Arthur’s Day. I suppose you think I would be all in favour of something that celebrates my standard tipple? You’d be wrong. Arthur’s Day has fuck all to do with celebrating Arthur J or even Guinness and … Continue reading →
I used to be a member of An Taisce. In fact for a year or two I was actually a committee member. Those were in the days when An Taisce was our equivalent to the National Trust – a sort … Continue reading →