No.
Well sort of.
It’s part of an attempt to impose a postcode system on Ireland.
GPS systems first. And then micro-chips in our brains probably.
Over Chompsky’s dead body they will.
And the sign is illegal.
Bah.
Loc8 Generates 64,000 Post Codes In First Five Months (the Sociable)
“The clean strokes and the remorseless logic tell me that you are a logical person who likes to see the big picture and squeeze all of the picture on to a small poster. What you are saying is: Here is my poster. Don’t just glance. Stop and study my remorseless logic.”
“You are someone used to getting their own way. You see the world as a simple place requiring simple, three-point solutions. I see a death of a family pet – a vulnerable hamster, maybe? – during childhood causing significant trauma and a desire for order. You are always seeking ‘new’ plans but then they get ‘old’.”
“By your wan expression I am guessing you are from Greece. I think you are homesick and missing the azure blue skies and reasonably-priced coffee of your homeland. Unusually your poster has its own think bubble “like of which” we don’t see much of in Ireland.”
“The moment I saw this I thought: this is a person comfortable with a pie chart. Maybe a teacher of pie charts? You are someone who keeps her cards close to her chest. Often though, while everyone is playing Texas Hold ‘Em, you’re playing Gin Rummy. I see great things happening to you. I would draw you a chart but I won’t.”
“As a group, one part of you wants to escape the past and the rest want to wear uniforms and shoot people in the kneecaps. AND another part just like dressing up in old Citizen’s Army fatigues to make a political point. At some point all of you need to reconcile your positions. Why not try mixing it up? Keep the old uniform but stop the racketeering and whatnot. Or resume the knee-capping and arbitrary killings but conduct your business in leisurewear?”
Crikey.
Sinn Fein have their own private army.
Hang on.
Taken within the last hour.
SF members, from left, Shay Fitzpatrick, Noeleen Reilly and Allen Donnelly. The placard is in the neon pink colours of the old Citizen’s Army.
Mary Lou McDonald takes her place while Shay keeps watch for any British spies from Dublin Castle who may have infiltrated their number.
What? Kevin. Are you high?
“Cocaine is cool, cocaine is chic, cocaine is soccer mega-millionaires, cocaine is St Tropez, cocaine is Gstaad, cocaine is a brace of limby naked models lying akimbo across your bed.”
That’s more like it. Akimbo!
“Cocaine is a 17-year-old working class boy dead in Drimnagh, cocaine is the huddled wino lying in her own shit in a shop doorway near Christchurch.”
Oh.
“Cocaine is the AKM automatic rifle being unwrapped from its oiled paper in Armagh.”
Jesus, dude. It was just a line.
“If you snort any cocaine, ever, you immediately become party to that murder in Finglas last January, that double murder in Ballymun the previous October, the killings in Paris, the massacre of federal agents in Mexico, the butchery in the Bronx, and the endless and catastrophic war in Colombia.”
Fuck, man. Major buzzkill. Srsly. Later dude. Like never.
KER-CHING! €40,539 paid to the chief executive of Horse Racing Ireland, Brian Kavanagh. Spent on pies and a new top hat.
KER-CHING! €9,628 paid to John Martin (right), chief executive of Waterways Ireland. Spent on fish pies.
KER-CHING! €31,395 paid to Patricia Byron, chief executive of the Personal Injuries Assessment Board (PIAB). Spent on ‘stuff’.
KER-BLING! €200,000 paid to Michael Somers (yes, that Michael Somers) former National Treasury Management Agency (NTMA). Spent on dwarf, employed to serve him truffles during the working day.
Context?
Dozens Of Public Service Officials Get Bonus (Irish Independent)
Even though his OWN colleagues (Ivana Bacik and Eamon Gilmore) are literally laughing behind his back.
Fresh new Labour candidate Michael McNamara sports a boyishly-tousled ‘do’ as he is introduced to the press.
He’s standing in Clare.
Where they kill people with boyishly-tousled dos.
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Mary! Her brother Thomas! RTE’s Brenda O’Donoghue! Mary’s daughter Debbie! Tescos! Xpose! Checkout number six!
Recriminations and finger-pointing will have to wait another day.
This afternoon, Ballyfermot welcomed home Mary Byrne.
Heart-gladdening.
Special shout-out to Margaret Stanton, of Ballyfermot, below, who was up till all hours last night making her glasses. Worth it though.
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