Tá a lán scannáin uafásach ach siamsúil ar siúl ar an teilifís i lár na hoíche.

Pre-loved Nobel Peace Prize. Reduced.

Joe Pesci is in several of my favourite films but I'd love to wring his neck like opening a TK Red Lemonade bottle over what he said about Shuhada' Sadaqat aka Sinéad O'Connor.

What ever happened to fixies?

Campaign to get a second June Bank Holiday on the go in honour of St. Colmcille.

Embarrassing to admit that the only time in many years I've read prose was when I was in hospital before Christmas. I've long since got out of the habit of reading novels and short stories. I just buy the books written by people I know or pretend to know.

This Gael yearns for prawn toast.

My professional pet hate is when people attach emails to other emails. I haven't got time for this bullshit.

Selling "Don't nuke Nuuk" badges on my Etsy store.

Agus 100 bliain de chraoltóireacht á cheiliúradh ag @rte.ie, féach ar an gcaoi a ndeirtear 'raidió' i seantaifeadtaí ó 1958 i leith, ar Thaisce Chanúintí na Gaeilge. www.canuint.ie/ga/cuardach?...

Old enough to remember when people visited Dublin Airport because it was the 1980s and there was little else to be doing. It had arcade machines and views of great big flying machines. It also had half-hearted security lads who would wanly wave a wand over your bags on the way in.

My son is also called BORTAC.

The early January 2026 version of We Didn't Start The Fire.

wonder if this greenland thing will soften the cough of some of ireland's nato membership cheerleaders probably not

My hair has started looking like a giant brillo pad.

Right - now I just gotta find all my Irish, library, romance authors, news and snooker people and this place will feel just like home.

A 90 year old woman just said she couldn’t concentrate on what I was saying because I was so handsome. One of the only times I regret not driving so I can’t go beeping round town.

I haven't heard anyone say the word Megaupload in so many years.

And An Poc Ar Buile made it all the way into Tintin! #Speirgorm

Go ndéana Dia trócaire ar Seán Ó Sé. Bhí glór iontach aige.

I love fuet but not sure how many more months of my life I can dedicate to postprandial flossing.

I can hardly believe it, but I have found a publisher. My novel, about stained glass artist Harry Clarke’s ill fated final masterpiece, is due to publish early next year with @stairwellbooks.bsky.social So happy.

Tralee might be named after the Lee, but its heart is the one that generations of locals before us, with great imagination, decided to name Big River

Bohemian F.C. should do a collaboration with Irn Bru and call it Fizz Bru.

This sign in Heuston Station is grim af.

@rebelbishop.bsky.social What's a boppin?

In my younger days I was transfixed by the mental personal stories my parents told me, thinking I could never replicate same. It's bittersweet to realise you've slowly accrued some wayward war stories of your own.

Off to visit my friend's parents so for one afternoon this 44 year old man will turn into an awkwardly deferential teen.

About to return to the source of all my woes (Swords).

I haven't been able to get my Inbox below 1000 unread messages since Christmas Eve.

My dad saw this in the pictures many moons ago. He sat behind a rather overexcited gent, who visibly flinched at every punch thrown at Eastwood. When Clint rallied at the end he roared in a kind of catharsis, "Good man, Clint! And another!" youtu.be/BHCZt5H8cYU?...

Just spent 4 hours DJing in a pool hall. No violence unfortunately

Fights in pool halls are class, pretty much everyone is wielding a lethal weapon.

One Baguette After Another

Opening a literary bakery called Pynchon A Loaf.

Walking up the steps of the Ha'Penny Bridge.

Rough impression of @viriconia.bsky.social

I dropped my picker upper on the ground. What now?

There's a very cute little exhibit near my home I only just discovered.

Still want to open a head shop in Co Clare called The Spliffs of Moher.

It annoys me that they treated More Than Words like a joke.

Nobody ever tried to kill themselves in an air fryer.

I spoke in French to a toddler earlier on the 16 and le petit garçon spoke back to me. Embarrassing how edifiying that kind of interation is in my life currently.

Scotland based oil executives tonight.

An advocate of Christ and Thelonious Monk.

At least you’re close by for the burns unit

Played the piano in the hospital and a nun told me I played with heart, "some people have great technical ability but miss the point." Bodied.

Go hifreann leo.