A well-bred filly knows how to dress to impress so here’s the essential girl’s guide to winning best turned-out in the paddock.
Diary Of A Newly Made Cripple 3
When I was a two-legged freak like most of the world, I went to Tesco for the same reasons as most people – it’s closest. So, in an attempt to control my lazy spending in said establishment, I cycled through the local branch on a bike and pulled a few skids in front of customer service at 7am after a party last summer. True story. It worked a treat – barred from Tesco and forced to buy better products in better stores 500 metres down the road.
[Take Five] Coddle, Micro-Breweries and more…
Ah the aul Dublin Coddle, sure ye can’t beat it. But c’mere to me, yiz know it’s one of the most tasty meals a mammy can cook up for her chizzlers, but did yiz also know where the meal itself came from.
[Housing] Rack Rent.
Here in the Rabble Bunker we almost feel sorry for the government as it flops around like a hooked fish on the end of an IMF rod. With a kind of reverse Midas touch effect everything they touch seems to turn to shit. A fine example being their attempt at reducing the state’s burden in supporting around half of all rented accommodation through the Rent Allowance Scheme.
Gombeen #3: Sean Sherlock TD
Sheriff Sherlock has come to our lawless internet outpost, six shooter at the ready. Boy thinks he’s gonna fuck with our downloads.
{Mole} A Waiter Rants.
A broken waiter ruminates on the least appealing thing on offer in any given restaurant – the customers.
{Stickers} Beauty Spots.
You might have noticed these harsh stickers appearing like a rash all over town. Shannon Duvall got to the centre of the epidemic for us.
{Celebritwats} We are not the same
Anger is an energy. During this depression the celebrity gods are used to flog us all sorts of things, Scratch Dat Itch saw of Bono and Ali saving the world by selling us expensive bags ‘for charity’ and his anger levels went dangerously into the red.
Diary of a Newly Made Cripple 2
There was no way I was moving in with someone to play the cripple and get things done for me. I’m too proud for that shit.
{Flash Fiction} Our Leading Poet
He was number one of ten thousand and had been tormented by unspeakable lusts all his life. His cock was like a black hole in his trousers. All of his thoughts got sucked down into it. Given the chance he’d have been a fulltime fucker, leaping from body to grasping body, composing verses on the hop. If the world had been logical from his point of view, he would have … Read More