The elephant outside the room
I dropped down for a haircut the other day. This is noticeable because I'm not due one for a couple of months but there was a bit of a family do coming up, and Herself was getting stroppy about my … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: April 2016
Sunday Surreality
I'm just back from my Sunday visit to the shop for my baccy and paper. Despite all my threats and implorations, he's still insisting on little gifts. I got seven lovely choc-chip cup-cakes. I just had a couple and they … Continue reading →
A letter from under a rock
I just wandered into the Irish Times to see if there was anything further on the smoking licence lark. Indeed there is. Some prod-nosed little cunt has written in with his little idea to inflict on the population. Sir, – … Continue reading →
The gift that keeps giving
Some time ago I mentioned my Local Shop. I mused about how the bloke behind the counter was giving me mysterious presents for no apparent reason. Try as I might, I still can't stop him, and he is continuing this … Continue reading →
