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Water? No thanks, I’ll have mine neat…


Sorry, water what? Water charges?! You can fock right off!


Fair play to the residents of Kilbarrack for standing up to the man.

Or in this case to 20 of them. Of the rugged type. With hard hats. And hard attitudes. And JCBs.


Well, you’ve met your match, lads, the ladies are not for budging.


Don’t get me wrong. I may not be 100% being them and agree wholeheartedly with all their arguments.


I learned pretty early in life that there is indeed no such thing as a free meal. Why would there be free water to accompany it? No matter how shite, or old, or leaky the current water distribution is, there is a cost associated to it.

When these two feisty Kilbarrack residents declare that water is a God given gift, they are partially right: the one that falls from the sky indeed is.

And in that respect, the Irish may as well all be God’s long lost children for the unusual levels of generosity He shows in his spraying of this special little island.


Water on the tap though does not come for free. Never will.


The truly worrying thing here is that the distribution of this necessity is handed over to a private company.

Whose first move is to vote fat wage packages to its leadership and myriad of consultants.

There is no doubt that the moral compass of a private company is similar to that of a stag party in Amsterdam. Instant gratification and impunity will appear higher on the agenda than sustainability or morals.


What I know without the shadow of a doubt is that in 10 years’ time we will be paying through our collective noses for a necessity that has been handed over to a private company.


Sure it will be regulated. By some useless overpaid muppets who could not regulate the intake of class A drugs at a 5th birthday party.

The same fockers who allowed my train ticket to go up by 29% in one swift go…


We are in safe hands, so we are…


So fair play to you ladies. You have my support. You are a drop of reaction in a massive holding tank of apathy. May your homeopathic virtues cure the disease in its infancy.


What is needed though is massive dose of antibiotics. And laser surgery. To remove the spongers, and so-called experts, and profiteers of all ranks dining at the free lunch laid out by a bunch of spineless officials.



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Out of the woodwork


I was obviously taking the mickey a few days ago when I was deploring the lack of altruists. It actually took me a great deal of effort to manage a shot with only one of these laughable vote-whores in the frame. They’re everywhere. Nineteen to the dozen. Scores of them perched in all visible spots begging for votes.

All fighting each other for a chance to sacrifice their self for the greater good of the community. No wonder you don’t see them the rest of the time. Have you any idea how time-consuming the sacrifice of the self is?!

I can’t help it but for each new election I feel a tad overwhelmed at the sight of all these true heroes up the poles. Puppets… all of those muppets. The power is elsewhere. Above the body politic. Are they not first and foremost kidding themselves?

That democracy gimmick… It is an entertaining and pretty little front. A colourful and amusing minuet, with turns and twirls and bows and changes of partners. All very entertaining.

Don’t get me wrong. I am infinitely glad I was not born and raised in Kinshasa. Where they are experiencing a totally different kind of ‘democracy’. Fear, death and injustice keep the sheep all tight together and docile.

In this neck of the wood, the X Factor and Googlebook have the same effect. Keep the flock numerous, tightly packed, productive and docile.

Look at them… With their smiles and their slogans… They’ll be responsible for making the new Mussolinis palatable to the masses.

And then it will be too late. 



It is already too late… 


Ryanair does deliver an experience!

A must read. Just finished drying the tears of laughter.

James Lockley

As sent to Ryanair:

Dear Sir/Madam,

 I am writing for the attention of your customer experience team. I am definitely a customer, and believe me, you didn’t fail in providing us with an experience.

 My wife and I had booked to fly from Stansted on the Thursday 17th April, evening flight to Bratislava. After 2 hours of fun, fun, fun, stuck on the M25 doing 20 mph, we arrived at Stansted check in with just one hour until the flight. Knowing the strict Ryan Air policy on ‘luggage check in closes 40 mins before the flight’ as you are the Low Fare Taxi of The Skies, we went straight to the Ryan Air assistant and explained our plight. She said we were still within the time and all would be fine but we had to make the attendant at check in aware and he would assist from there.

 We approached…

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Where has all the altruism gone?!


Apparently there is a local and European election going to take place in the coming weeks.
And yet no signs of activity, no promises of sacrifice of the self for the greater good of the community, no guaranteed solutions to all the country’s ills, no heroes in the making canvassing their awestruck communities.

No political posters!!

Well, one political poster. I had to search high and low for it as I crossed the city this morning.

Is there no one left who has the moral fibre and necessary skills and knowledge and integrity to devote their life to their community?

Are there no politicians left?

Where has all the altruism gone?