Thursday, April 27, 2006

From my lair I greet you handsomely

First off, a heartfelt 'welcome home' to Julianne. She's holed up across the road in the Trend building in her own little marketing suite. It's very red and full of newspapers. Which reminds me of a crap joke from my childhood that I'm not going to tell here.

Anyway, Setanta will never be dull again.

In the world of Radge there's little tumult but still tales to tell. Painted my bedroom carpet the other night, not one bit fucking pleasant.

That'll have been the stout, as myself and Johnny and Skehan and Aaron cheered on Liverpool Football Club past the Blue-shite (Chelsea? Everton? It's all the one. To a degree) and into the FA Cup Final.

I could reportedly be heard for miles and miles around threatening Owen Cowzer sexually, but he may rest soundly in the knowledge that I'd rather stick Cassius a vat of sulphuric acid. Emphatic enough?

Speaking of Cowzer: I was taking an amble through the town yesterday when, much to my surprise and all of a sudden, I was drinking pints of lager beer in the Stags Head. There's no gargling like an afternoon gargling.

Then today I strolled into a meeting that never happened in Setanta Central, hopped on a DART to see the sea, back into town surrounded by chickenheads ("d'ya see Home And Away? It was deadly it was. Kim got takin teh hospitil") and then forth to get me some new brogues.

They're nice enough. Dark green. Like my bedroom carpet.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Email to my sister Emma Cuddihy

My position on this required a wider audience.

'Just reading the Independent. Ever look at Angela Phelan's column? It's everything that's wrong with Ireland today.

Pictured: Karyn (with a fucking 'y'!) Farrell and Elton Mullally at the Magnum photographic exhibition in the Irish Museum of Modern Art.

You want to see these fuckin' eejits!

Not to mention 'Sonia Harris and Tamara Gervasoni at the Herbal Essences party in the Morrison Hotel, Dublin.'

I tell you Em, if you ever see me in the paper at one of these things, kill me!'

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I certainly DO Heart Huckabees

On the advice of 5X I rented myself out 'I Heart Huckabees'. My oh me what a film that is. It's great. It will fuck with your head, being about the reasons for our very existence as it is, but it's also one of the funniest movies this writer has ever seen.

That scene where the coalition are having the meeting and Jude Law admits to being the proud driver of an SUV and Mark Wahlberg... I won't spoil it. Rent it or buy it from all good stockists now. It's fucking great.

The director David O Russell reminds me of someone but I can't think who...

Being in Limerick and lazing around as I was, I also got out 'A History Of Violence' and 'The Constant Gardener' for myself. Top entertainment I had for my 15 beans.

While I'm on the subject, what better pursuit is there than the visual arts when they're as splendidly rendered as in those three films? None. Let me be emphatic about that.

Other events in my life are random and impossible to decipher.

Cheese of the week: Cambozola.

Monday, April 10, 2006

I KNOW you drink, but...

Howyis?

Doing a spot of housesitting myself. The folks are taking a Spanish interlude so I said I'd come down and man the phones and keep the place ticking over in Limerick for a couple of days.

They only left half an hour ago and I'm already beside myself with the boredom. All the football sites have been perused, the first cup of tea drunk, the television scanned and there's nothing on, the work email clicked and reclicked. Only thing to do was blog.

I'd great intentions of such inactivity one week ago, come to think of it. Went for a feed of Thai in Tiger Bec's on Dawson Street with Lynn on Monday. Mercy me that grub was good. And cheap. Go for the early bird menu folks, between 6 and 8. Twenty quid for two courses that will fill you up nicely. Top work.

Anyway, it had been my intention that that would be my sole foray outwards for the week, money being painfully tight as it is. O were it so. The very next night I found myself with 5X and Niamho and Davros and Emma and Ann in John Mulligan. Had Wednesday and Thursday off, you see, so I was content to drink and talk and get things wrong.

Friday, and it was the turn of Finbar Brady's unofficial leaving pints in the Long Stone. Went down a treat they did. Something I noticed - you never JUST go for two. Ever. One is possible. Two is not. You develop a taste.

Saturday, and I was positively going straight home after work. Only I wasn't. Met up with Etaoin in Mulligan's again and we liked the way the drink was slipping down, so we went back to Lucan - where we found Kev and his lady love Valerie playing Buzz with Johnny and Pike - for more ale. I have little memory of the night's progression, save for a heated argument on the continued merits of Snow Patrol.

Something for you to mull - does a band or artist's commercial success immediately render them shit? I don't think so. What is so unattractive about mass appeal?

Anyway, that took me to yesterday and work and then the bus down here to the Newtown Road. Think I'm going to raid the DVD press. That's me for the day.

Later in the week sees me at Beckett's 'Endgame' with 5X and Gersende (led me to research absurdism on Wikipedia, not getting caught ignorant on this one), and on Thursday it's out with the work crowd again to properly celebrate Fin's defection.

Cheese of the week: Wensleydale with cranberries.

Other things I like: The new Massive Attack single, Robbie Fowler winners v stubborn opposition, sausage rolls, Extreme Blast Billiards on Mousebreaker.com, wind chimes, our couch in Lucan, fillet steak fajitas, eye contact, petty squabbles, far-away fields.

Things I dislike: Golf, old shoes, penury.