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I really should carry around a note pad and pen with me so that I can keep track of what’s hot and what’s not on a daily basis.  Or perhaps I could just use the app on my phone, like a cunt.

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Been a while since we looked at what was hot and what was not, but there’s plenty to be thankful for and gripe about, so here we go again. Read More

It’s been a while since we’ve done a what’s hot and what’s not, so it’s about time we jumped back in…… Read More

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Cat fights

Nothing makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside than stepping out of the restaurant you brought your lady to on Valentine’s night in Athlone than seeing two female members Read More

Been a while since we did one of these and I don’t know why, so here they are back again.

Our weekly dose of what’s yanking our crank and cranking our yank lately…..

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Snow

It’s still here.  It’s the longest that the snow has ever lasted as long as we can remember and it means that we get lots more moments to see people slip, fall try and get up without looking like a drunk new born zebra.  Fills us with so much joy.  Oh, and at the risk of sounding like a pesky nazi supremacist, but stuff looks prettier in white. Read More

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Snow

We never had snow when we were kids.  We’d have to make slush balls to throw at passing cars and buses.  Which was a danger in itself as you’d have to dodge the cars and buses to try and gather enough slush to make said slush balls.  That was some nasty cold, slushy non snowball having childhood right there, dawg. Read More

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What’s hot

Black Ops

Still playing it.  There’s so much to do, so little time.

Some people whinging that it’s not as good as MW2.  Yeah, it was never going to be.  But it’s still a worthy investment until MW3 comes out.  Oh, and there’s nothing wrong with a little camping.

Football Tennis

We don’t need to go into this anymore, but one of our lads and his mates are off to the fucking WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS to represent this poor land.

Check it HERE and HERE

Monopoly

Our resident designer, admin and graphic guru, Ham Solo got bored with listening to all the shite about the economy and decided to make up a version of Monopoly.

We reckon it’d be a winner.  A great stocking stuffer for the children of bankers.  Or a suppository for their parents.

Roses/Quality Street

€6 a tin for a big fuck off tin?  Why aren’t they this cheap all year round?  Oh and if you write to one of the companies making them complaining that you didn’t get enough hazelnut in caramel ones, they send you a big sorry letter and a voucher for a free tin!

The country is fucked, but we have cheap sweets.  It’s all right really.

The Walking Dead

If you still haven’t caught up with this, you should.  It’s proper good.  They haven’t even explained why the world is a big zombiefest, and chances are they probably won’t until the stories run a bit dry.  Looks a bit clever, so here’s hoping it doesn’t forget how to be clever and disappear up its own hole like LOST did.

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What’s not

Shitty internet connections

“Oh, we can offer you up to 20mb broadband!”

Except it’s not offered in our area and the standard broadband you CAN offer is “up to 8mb” which really just means that you have some excuses to back yourself up when we call to tell you to stick this shitty connection up your bollix.  There’s a shanty town in Brazil somewhere with better broadband than I’m having to put up with right now.

I don’t need to name anyone, they’re all the same.

And that Wimax cunt can cunt right off too.

The EMF

Apparently these people came to Ireland this week?  Why were we not told of a reunion?  We fucking love this song.  Honestly, sometimes we think that this whole economy thing is taking away from us having a good time.

Missing the toilet in the dark

Sure, who cares when you’re actually still half asleep and all you want to do is have a piss and get back to dreaming about Charlotte Church talking dirty to you in that delightful filthy accent while you suck her toes.  Actually, she’s sucking your toes now, the filthy bitch.  No wait, that’s just splash back from the poor aim in the dark and you’ve pissed all over your toes.

You would worry, get pissed off, wake up enough to clean it so that it doesn’t stink the place out, but Charlotte’s still sucking and has invited Emma Bunton into the mix.  If they don’t care, why should you?

10pm off licence closing time

Ok, so this has been in place for a couple of years now, but seriously.  It’s not often I want to go to the offy.  But when I do I want to make sure it’s open passed a 9 year old’s bed time.  Fuck sake.

Oh, and a kind word to supermarket staff.  If you see someone with a basket that contains alcohol and it’s nearing 10pm, do the decent thing and either work faster, get another checkout open or at least tell them that by the time they get to you, it’ll be too late to purchase it.

Cunts.

Waiting until we get up to you and greeting us with a snotty “no alcohol after 10″ will result in the world’s biggest hissy fit and unanswered strongly worded email ever.

Trust us.