david simon

DESERVE GOT NUTHIN’ TO DO WITH IT

On Saturday, I turned down the chance to participate in a football vs. X Factor debate on Newtalk’s Weekend Blend. (Ireland’s World Cup qualifier in Croker that evening clashed with the popular television show.) I told the producers that I find the whole X Factor phenomenon so monumentally stupid, I wasn’t prepared to waste my breath even slagging it off. Just as well I did too, or I’d probably have been accused of intellectual snobbery by Sarah Carey in the Irish Times today. Read the rest of this entry »

MENACE II SOBRIETY

Into my fourth straight week of unrelenting, mind-numbing sobriety now. At the outset, I told my friends that if they were ever doing any, you know, non-alcohol related activities, they might consider inviting me along. To date I’ve had only one offer. (Whether this is a reflection on my company or their proclivities, I wouldn’t hazard to guess.) Last Thursday, my sister texted to say that she was about to drive across the city on unspecified errant. To be honest, I don’t know which is sadder – that she invited me, or that I accepted.

Other than that, I’ve been pricking around, taking on some extra work and trying to get into The Wire. I know I said I wouldn’t write about The Wire. I lied. (In other shock revelations, there’s no such thing as Santa Claus, friends come and go and you can’t always get what you want.) Fuck it, whaddiya gonna do? Read the rest of this entry »

I’M GOING TO WATCH TELEVISION NOW. I MAY BE GONE FOR SOME TIME…

As mentioned earlier, I’ve recently quit drinking. I’m feeling good, I’m looking great (hey, its relative) and my bank balance has never been healthier. But the question still remains of what to do with all my additional free time.

Do I exercise? Do I take up a hobby? Do I spend my evenings playing table tennis with anthropomorphic hedgehogs on one of those Game Cube console thingys? Read the rest of this entry »