Have yize got no homes to go to?

The end of a fine night of Guinness and attempting to fix the world.

In O’Loughlin’s, a time capsule that also acts as a working pub.







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Time, folks!

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And relaaaaaaaaaax


My ten day break started at 18:43 on the dot.
And it shall last until Monday 13 July 10:00 AM on the dot.
And I shall not read a single work-related email until then.
This work-obsession thing… I can give it up any time I want.

And to get the holiday started on a high note, I cycled “into town” at 10 PM, walked the pier, and then treated myself to a brace of Baltikas.

And it totally felt like a holiday.

There must be a reason why big fokoff cruise ships moor in Dung Leering.

Party on dudes!



Pleeeeeeeeease, pleeeeeeeease gentle passer-by, pleeeeeeeeease help us.
We’ve been abducted.
We are being taken away, against our will.
Taken away from our doggy baskets by the stove.
This man is nuts.
This man is dangerous,
This man is insane.
He is actually convinced that we love to go walkies.
This delusional, selfish, nasty individual believes that we like nothing better than tear ourselves away from our cocoons of warmth to go to Seapoint.
Seapoint?! Of all places… It’s a dump!
It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s windy.
And he finds nothing better to do than throw our stick in the water. In the water?! I ask you…
This is Ireland in December and he throws the shaggin stick in the icy cold water. Surely, there has to be laws against this kind of carry-on? What is the ISPCA doing?
And all the sand… It sticks into our coats and then it takes forever to get rid of all of it in the doggy baskets.


Oh, Rusty, I think I’ve managed to catch his eye!


Rex, quick, do the eyes. Quick!


Do the sad puppy eyes. Altogether. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!

Rusty, start raising the ISPCA number, slowly, slowly, Pol Pot up there could be checking what we’re up to in his rear mirror.

Rex, remember the last scene of Lassie The Final Chapter, when he dies in the arms of the little boy. You are Lassie. You are the little boy. You are the Sadness of the World.

Look at him guys, look at him, I think he has noticed us.

He is our only chance.



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A human is for life, not just for Christmas…. Unfortunately



That will be #2
This series is turning into a cliff hanger…

My mission: to trap them faster than they reproduce.

And considering the shagfest that seems to be going on behind the skirting board in the sitting room, I am three moves behind….


Today we said goodbye to Pepe’s brother Phelim. A man full of stories, and drama, and music. He loved life dearly and hung on to it for as much as he possibly could. But the evil C is one mighty foe. 

Goodbye Phelim. I will always remember your Mime Marceau stories. 

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Another day, another rodent



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Bald statement

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Udo on Dart TV


Udo has recently been appointed Head of Comedy on Dart TV.

Thanks Udo. I am almost sure your name is Udo. It’s definitely a German name, two syllables, ending in O and it is not Otto, Falco, Botho, Timo or Golo. My memory is not what it used to be… But since I see you most days in my carriage, sorry, our carriage on the Dart, I guess I can always rectify this entry at a later date.