Monthly Archives: August 2010

You’ve been listening to Liveline.

Seems the Taoiseach was having a cigarette in the stadium after the Dublin-Cork game on Sunday. Turns out he’s sitting in an open area not designated for smoking.

And a bloke called up Joe. Cowen’s office rang in to RTE to apologise.

‘It could have been another Bradford,” said nobody outside the stadium. A terrified passer by did not add: “You would have thought the leader of the country would know where to smoke.”

Still. It’s good to know he’s back on the cigs. We all are.

Either people are having babies or they’ve taken up smoking again.  

In the Broadsheet office we’re back to the 30-day habit we ditched during the ‘golden years’. Karl, meanwhile, has been chewing the little gangsters ever since Larry Murphy’s release.

PS Cowen’s Choice of Cigarette? We’re thinking Carroll’s.

PPS We know that’s biscuit not a cigarette.

A trawl through the catalogue of polyester-clad human frailty that is People Of Walmart will tend to leave you feeling better about yourself, no matter how mirror-dodging, reprehensibly-clothed or batshit-insane you are.

Now, the nice people at Asylum.com have put together this compilation for all the fail-mummies and fail-daddies in the audience.

(Brought up by Diddley)