Monthly Archives: March 2012

And other assorted damn hipster accoutrements.

What is this? Berlin!?

The brand new Rothar bike cafe on Fade Street, Dublin, within the last 30 minutes. Via @sheknitupthat who sez:

 

I found the tape, marked “never to be erased,” in New Zealand last year, as I sorted through dusty boxes in Mum’s garage. “I think it’s a message your Dad tried to leave you,” Mum said, as if stumbling across such a thing were an everyday occurrence.

…The first few seconds, the tape only clicked. But then Dad started talking.


Mmf.

By be-hatted graffiti- to-graphic design man James Earley who sez:

The day is usually one monster piss-up with people in a heap puking and falling all over the shop. Instead of focusing solely on this fact, I wanted to celebrate other Irish clichés such as pots of gold at the end of rainbows and our terrible weather.

Le Cool Dublin


The committee, meeting in private, was discussing inviting the governor to attend but did not agree a date when that should happen.

Go on.

Fine Gael backbencher Peter Mathews then insisted Mr Honohan should be instructed to attend the committee by Friday week and proposed a motion stating that.

OK.

Colleagues told him this was against government wishes and if he voted for his own motion, he would lose the Fine Gael whip.

Yes, yes.

Mr Mathews then duly voted against, but party colleagues became concerned that not all Fine Gael members had turned up at the committee from a general parliamentary party meeting taking placed at the same time, and they then left the room to look for them.

And then what?

They then found themselves locked out of the committee room and opposition members seized the chance to force a vote on Mr Honohan attending, which they won 11 votes to nine.

Yes.

That’s completely hatstand.

Red faces For Govt Over Committee Vote Defeat (Irish Examiner)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Om17yHZrXtE

On last night’s 10 O’Clock Show on Channel 4.

“It all looks a bit like a shallow T mobile advert, shot by the Pepsi Max pricks, complete with conspiracy theory-style visuals and weird shots of idealistic youths who’ve been recruited to the cause….
“It’s the fastest-spreading viral video ever…In fact the only way a You Tube video could get any more viral is if Susan Boyle and the cat bin lady teamed up to eat shit out of the same cup”

 

Sir Charles Colthurst?

Blarney?

St Patrick’s Day?

It almost literally writes itself.

The natives of Blarney were almost in revolt yesterday after being forced to reroute their long-planned St Patrick’s Day Parade.

Organisers have been enraged by the last-minute withdrawal of permission by Sir Charles Colthurst [above feeding his dogs Scotch], who owns the green, to use it as the parade’s finishing point.