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Sorry, but I beg to differ. I think you'll find baby jesus' daddy - holey god - was the one who "invented" the mouse. And all the other creatures of the earth... You deserve Tom Barry have you do one of his sexy lap-dances for that.

From Reuters: The British Pro-Life Movement staged a protest outside the Irish Embassy in London when it was revealed that Irish politician and professional virgin, Saint Lucinda of Creighton, had been married for over two catholic years and yet had not produced the seven baby minimum required...

It's not too late to donate to each of these fine establishments, is it?!!??

Loyalists confront police in north Belfast, after an Orange July 12th parade was stopped from passing a Nationalist area Photograph: Julien Behal/PA Wire. I know, I know, we all wish he was our Dad, the pasty white puddin' the!

Bearing in mind it was 22 years ago and my memory continues to delete itself as I crawl on my face through the anus of existence, I seem to remember the curtain going up and the two dapper chappers opening their marvelous set by marching around the stage; the one with that giant saxophone draped...

Crumbs, I only seen 'em once, back in 1991 in the Olympia; twere right ruddy good, mind. they played here since then I take it? I only ever got their first LP and the Istanbul (not Constantinople) 7", and I know that horrendous "Hot Dog" nonsense off the Pricky Mouse Shithouse TV show. Yes, I...

Aye, still have those singles somewhere. They went downhill fairly swiftly after the first album though. One of my first youthful "eye-openers" into how the glamorous world of Dublin Indie Rock 'n' Roll was perhaps not quite the utopia of success and riches that the odd appearance on The Live...

Bit of helpful advice mate; you're rhythm section is all over the place, the melodies are a mess, and the vocals are so indistinct and buried in the mix that they might as well not be there. Everyone loves a bit of DIY and all that, but to be honest, you'll never get a hit with these songs...

Mossy Ferguson, d'you remember him? From Tullymorbeg-Knock-an-tí? His brothers thought he was fierce a-tract-ive, wha'? The cute hoor, the.

It's always hard to just recommend things in a general sort of a way but this little sweetie is one that I think a lot of people would warm their cultural toes by. Just one actor (Paul Reid), no props barr very inventive lighting and a not over-used giant projection screen behind him. Reid is...

it comes as no surprise that this is subtle and instantly haunting and beautiful coming from the great Niall Byrne. it has a deft yet prickly feel, lovely stuff.

Ye gads! The infection spreads! If the lure of a literature-laden, quality bookshop in a picturesque setting is not enough to drag some of you urban moles out of the poison swamp of the city then perhaps you could smell your way to Terenure, for they too now boast a wonderful new fiction-rich...

Cultural Citizens, while driving through the Dublin/Wicklow Mountains last week I happened upon (yes, happened upon) a wonderful secondhand bookshop, Livres Lisette, attached to a fancy remodeled-furniture and art/print gallery, Galerie Lisette, in Enniskerry village. The guy working there was...

I hope this is like an old-style Slave Market but with skangers instead? I've a load of house-breaking, petrol-siphoning(remember that?), phone-snatching, happy-slapping (and that?), bus shelter destruction, getting chased ourra shopping centres, and teenage single parenthood lined up for...

True story: the first medics who arrived on the scene of poor Lady Thatcher's demise took one look at her languid supine body and began to sing "Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you!"..... You know, sometimes you just gotta find the lighter moments when the darkness of death...

Ah let the oul' fuckers have their free coffee, but just make sure there's poison in it first. "Hey, Johnny FartyCoats didn't come back again for his sus-cafe after the other day, huh?" "Yeah, don't reckon oul' Hobo Joe gonna be back neither!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's just take a step back here a moment! Just who is this bitch and how the fuck did she get out?!

While the idea of the "suspended coffee" seems admirable, laudable even, would not a more beneficial solution, twofold in its achievement to boot, be to very quietly set TNT around derelict buildings at night and then raze them to the ground with the sleeping homeless inside? It'd negate the...

Well, I really fucking hate 'em, cos I never stay in a hotel with any of the fuckers!

What's their address? I've a film I'm sure they'd love to see! I just need to peel it off me belly and stick it in an envelope and post it to them.