A roadblock on Donegall Road, Belfast, this evening by residents – some of whom possibly count themselves among the 48 per cent – this evening.
Earlier: Today’s Outbreeding Today
Via Chris Lindsay
Yuletised computer memory chips by artist and e-cyler Joyce Haughey. Available for around €22 each.
Sallymount Avenue, Ranelagh, Dublin.
Thanks Ciaran Egan
Season finale next Sunday of Love/Hate.
If you don’t want to know what happens stop reading.
Nidge quits his life of crime and hosts a cookery show on TG4 – ‘Nidge
Eile Bites’.
Artist Gráinne Tynan told us via our Facebook:
“Tintin’s wild adventures in Cork are over and he’s back in Dublin sipping a flat white. Can you guess the location?
“I’ll be launching the prints this weekend at Block T’s Christmas Market and prints will also be for sale at jamartprints.com“
The location, anyone?
Previously: Tintin in Cork
Just Kids
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Young Irish immigrant labour in Massachusetts in 1916
1. James Donovan – “Irish Sweeper in Fall River Iron Works. Said he was 17 years.”
2. Evelyn Casey – 14 years, 6 months – Irish. Went to work on 14th birthday cleaning harnesses in Borden Mills.”
3. James Cooney –“15 years. Drop Wire boy. Belongs to Settlement House junior base-ball league.”
Mmmf.
National Child Labour Committee (Library of Congress)
Thanks Sibling of Daedalus
Never Mind
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One day you’ll meet a woman who WANTS TO HAVE A CHILD WITH YOU.
In the meantime.
Stop doing ads for the Multiple Orgasm for Men website.
And lose the jumper.
Billy’s off banging his drum,
He’s no time to make Iris a mum,
With a womb in one hand,
We’ll take back this land,
And finally our day will come.
John Moynes
About 200 protestors gathered outside Leinster House at lunchtime ahead of the debate on the 19 per cent cut to the Respite Care Grant in last week’s Budget.
Up to 75,000 full-time carers will be affected by the cut, which Minister for Social Protection Joan Burton has insisted is necessary.
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
Aha.
The point is that much of what the Taoiseach had to say was inarticulate drivel and all of it was waffle.
He was starting sentences without knowing where they were going to end. He was using random verbs with no relationship to their objects. (In what language can “progress” be “put” or “grown on”?)
He was making claims, such as low interest rates being a sign of Irish confidence, that it is terrifying to think he might actually believe. He was half speak-your-weight machine, half Alan Partridge.
We pay this man €200,000 a year plus a €3.2 million pension pot.
The inner eejit.
Outed.
Kenny’s Dead Words Fail To Convince (Fintan O’Toole, Irish Times)
(Mark Stedman/Photocall Ireland)