I was six years old when Sinéad released Nothing Compares 2 U and I could not make head or tail of her. I only knew her as "The Crying Lady" with the sad song I loved and as a child, I would stop and stare whenever the video came on the the telly because I…
Niecy's dictionary defines 'Cute Hoorism' as; A distinctly Irish form of arm-chancing designed to enrich oneself regardless of legality or morality and usually at the expense of those you consider beneath you. Similar: Acting the bollocks, Acting the greedy bollocks, Taking the piss because you're a bit of a bollocks. We don't win Eurovision anymore…
I ask this, because I'm not. I'm not okay. *deep breath* Okay. It feels very strange to be sitting here googling "How is silage made?" And I imagine you feel a lot like me; confused, curious, even a little turned on. Apparently, silage is made by "cutting fresh (green) fodder, compacting it, and storing and…
Eamon? Eamon? Eamon? Eamon? *pokes with long stick* EAMON?!! In Victorian times, they didn't have alarm clocks, so a Knocker-Up was employed with a large bamboo stick, to rouse workers for their shifts in the morning. John Topham, an East End Cockney Good Time Boy, innovatively used a pea-shooter instead of a stick. Thinking. By…
Rhubarb. My entire childhood was a battle, my arch nemesis: Rhubarb. 90's rural Irish birthday parties and Rhubarb seemed to be a thing. I don't know why. It's Mary's 10th birthday party, prepare yourself, there's gonna be Rhubarb. Could be crumble, could be with custard, could be in jam form, fuck knows, but it'll be…
It's the hope that kills ya. The anticipation. The memories of past glories. It was the Riverdance interval goosebumps...been chasing that heady dragon ever since, haven't we? Because we never really win anything. We got a taste of something magical during Italia 90 and in 94 in America, but it was too bloody hot for…
The State of It 