Kind Of Want..

Rage Against The Machine are fucking cool. I know they preach all this militant socialism while being signed to Sony BMG, hang around with Bono and are solely responsible for the evolution of ‘Nu Metal’, but they’re still fucking cool. Zack DeLaRocha’s high pitched motormouth polemics, Tom Morello’s insane slabs of shreiking guitar, big fuck [...]

Please Excuse My Language While I Go Off On A Rant Against Scumbags

I see one of those Polish lads that was attacked with a screwdriver in Drimnagh over the weekend has died. The other is still fighting for his life in some crumbling excuse for an Irish hospital as we speak.
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Mr Amperduke Is Deadly, My Dinner Was Not

A bit late with this, but I’ve had a busy few days what with the wedding of the decade over the weekend, pre-wedding sessions on Thursday and Friday nights, Band Of Horses in Tripod and generally trying to survive day to day while being broke as a motherfucker, but I didn’t want to tell you [...]

Shit

The one redeeming feature about this pile of shit is that it’s for a good cause.
I hadn’t heard of this until about 4 hours ago. I wish I still hadn’t.

Bertie Ahern Fingers His Mother

When asked today at the Mahon Tribunal where he came across the £7,000 that mysteriously appeared in his bank account / matress in May of 1994, the Taoiseach replied “I was gev it by me ma”.
His ma. What, to buy some fuckin sweets was it?! To go with his mates down the ‘baths’?
I personally know [...]

And The Award For The Most Use Of The Words ‘Blood’ & ‘Group’ In A Sentence Goes To…

*Tubridy holds the audience’s gaze for a moment*
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*Fumbles with envelope*
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“Eithne Donnellan, in today’s Irish Times front page article about the laptop stolen in New York!”
*Fanfare*
*Cut to audience nodding approvingly and applauding as the big screen lights up on stage and the following worlds scroll slowly accross*
“The patients whose blood group records were on [...]