Remember the Katie Taylor mural? Well, someone has been busy…
Its that again – panic strikes and we realise we have to start getting another issue together to satiate the hunger of our readers.
Paul Bloof jumped off a ten foot wall some time ago, it left him in a wheelchair for a while. When you go from being a regular hyperactive sociopath to a wheelchair-bound invalid overnight suddenly you have a lot of explaining to do. The events have be recounted to one and all so the hows , whys and medical updates were uploaded to a blog site called Body Salami to … Read More
After mauling the face off one of our editors, that nymphomaniac beast Sex Panther had to be returned to his rightful owner. Meet our new holistic lifestyle, advice and counselling peddlers – the Session Pixies… Dear Session Pixies, How often should me dog be needing a shit? James, Rathmines. Well Now James, That would all depend on the canine in question, its digestive tract and the type of food … Read More
That’s right folks, it’s one year since that glorious first issue of Dublin’s parish newsletter for the pissed off and disgruntled arrived back from the printer. We’ve been very busy bunnies since and feel we’re owed a celebration. To mark rabble’s first birthday we’re inviting a cadre of our favorite local DJs to fight for supremacy in our very own strictly vinyl soundclash.
The term “personal assistant” in the context of Disabled people’s lives is part of the 50-year old worldwide disability movement. Rosaleen McDonagh brings you rabblers up to date about how the cuts to PA’s were defeated.
Let us know your favorites. We might need to store some up for the hangovers we’ll be nursing after the Craft Beer Fest.
I am the Minister for Constipation, I shit you not, so put that steering wheel on a haemorrhoid and call me a pile driver.
While we sit here flicking from tab to tab, signing off on one pdf after another, we find ourselves writing about the same afflictions this country has been cursed with for all those decades.