Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
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What begins as a few isolated titters soon swells….
…with the help of a few nudges and discreet whispers, until soon the entire room is convulsed with laughter. Read the rest of this article here.
September 28th, 2010.
September 28th, 2010 at 10:21 pm
Big fan of these two pieces.
Any chance of something similar soon? How about the mundane nature of covering a newsdesk at a national paper over the weekend, or something. Hey, maybe that’s not mundane, maybe it’s a thrill a minute.
September 29th, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Unfortunately, I don’t work in an office anymore Cash. I work from home. I could write a piece about the disastrous effect the lack of exercise is having on me maybe, or how walking to Spar is sometimes the most exciting thing I do in a day!
September 29th, 2010 at 10:40 pm
Get another temp job then to entertain me. Lazy git.
September 29th, 2010 at 10:50 pm
Ah, go on then, I will. But only because it’s yourself. Only because every time I chat to you on here I subliminally am under the impression that I’m chatting to Johnny Cash.
September 29th, 2010 at 10:50 pm
You haven’t quite so much homespun wisdom, but that’s no disgrace.
September 30th, 2010 at 10:04 pm
Great, I can’t wait.
Johnny is my brother. I’m someone else. Although I do have less trouble hitting the low notes than Joaquin Phoenix.
But if you prefer the thought that I may be Johnny Cash speaking to you from beyond the grave, then by all means, please continue to think that.