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Feasting on the Beast from the East


Once again, the nightmarish scenes predicted by Met Eireann materialised, and this is the sorry spectacle that awaited in the driveway this morning: the car was well and truly stuck in snow drifts.
Thankfully I was able to cram 4 sliced pans under each wheel and gained traction. That panic buying with the rest of the Dublin population yesterday was well worth it!
Braving the 0 °C temperature to proceed to the wedging of the bread under the pneumatic implements was no small feat. Imagine that, zero degrees, in February?!?!
I had to wear gloves, for fuck sake. And a scarf!

As I type hundreds of school principals around the country have the right index finger on the panic button, ready to press it as soon as three snowflakes coalesce in the school yard, to immediately (and indefinitely) shut the schools down. For health and safety reasons. Obviously.

I guess that we have the mass media, and the mass hysteria, that we deserve. 
We make it easy for them. We love nothing better than to click on links of promised doom, or the latest Orange Man imbecilic quote, or hilarious videos of farting pandas. 
We are happy to allow them broadcast their alarmist crap in our living rooms, on our radios in our car, in our few surviving daily newspapers. 

They feed us the shite we thrive on. 

It takes two to tango. 


Somehow, I have a feeling that it may not be the last…


Claggan Island (Oileán Chloigeann), Belmullet, Co. Mayo 

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First shower of the year



Femdom costumes are all the rage these days

Colette and Diarmuid always insisted on looking their best at a wedding.

Today’s union in matrimony of young Dervla and Declan would be an extra special event, as it happened to coincide with Coco and Didi’s own plastic wedding anniversary.

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The wedding



Titus’ previous owner was good to him.
Very good.

Tasty, even.

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Husky looking for a good home



You can run all you want, you can twist, and turn, and dodge, it is a lost battle.
You may miss a raindrop of two.
You won’t outrun millions of them.

PS: it’s rain, not urine or sulphuric acid.

Elsewhere, the bastards from the Sunshine Cafe keep rubbing it in our wet faces.


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Desperate measures



Tonight, I had the East Pier to myself.
Which was nice.

Because I was the only lunatic to venture into the bitterly cold horizontal rain.
Which wasn’t nice.

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Elbow room