Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
Eoin Butler
“I want to be up there with the greatest legends of showbiz: the Judys, the Sinatras, the Oliviers, the Clark Gables…”
He’s a prodigiously talented performer and composer who has battled addictions to drink and drugs. But for now the sun is all that’s frying Rufus Wainwright’s brain… Read the rest of this article here.
“Piddlers… Piddlers!? Can you imagine?
It’s eight o’clock on a Wednesday evening in leafy south Co. Dublin. The tea has been poured, biscuits passed around and I’m about to get my ass handed to me in Scrabble by a woman old enough to be my grandmother. The popular board game is celebrating its 70th birthday this year. In that time, 100m sets have been sold in 29 languages across 121 countries.
But the Irish Scrabble-playing community are a small, tight knit bunch. Anne Lyng knows most of the faces. “One of our regulars is an inmate at the Central Mental Hospital” she chuckles. She rummages in the cloth bag, plucks out seven tiles and passes the bag across. “He’s very good,” she says. “He has them all playing up there now.” Read the rest of this entry »
“I haven’t been this excited about a technological breakthrough since they invented the dish scrubber with the washing-up liquid inside it…”
Until quite recently, I was very pernickety about punctuality. Your punctuality. If you were five minutes late, I’d be strumming my fingers on the tabletop when you arrived. Ten minutes and I’d be shooting you the old stink eye. Twenty minutes and I’d have prepared a short monologue in which I outlined all your deficiencies as a friend and a human being. Yeah, I was kind of a hard ass. Read the rest of this entry »
Superstar (1994)
David Norris presidential campaign: photo-op latest
Say what you like about him, he is a man of many talents: Senator. Scholar. Indie-rocker.
Breaking: Singer-Songwriter Taken Captive by Somali Pirates
From the Associated Press this morning… Read the rest of this entry »
Hellooooooo!
Gawker reports Mrs Windsor has entered a “delayed rebellious teen phase.” I’m sure Kanye would approve.
Before I begin, I’d like to address a few words to the Garda Road Traffic Corps…
Officers, lads… I know we’ve had our differences. We’ve both said things that, in the light of day, we probably regret. But look what you’ve reduced me to. I’m using public transport. Dear God, hasn’t this madness gone far enough? Read the rest of this article here.
“I am constantly working on a Grand Unified Theory… It will be three dimensional and include elements of all branches of learning…”
When I was sixteen, I was sent away to an awful summer camp in Ennis. It was like the Gaeltacht, except they made you speak French. While I was there, both of my parents wrote. This evening I came across those letters for the first time in fifteen years. Let’s just say they each had slightly different approaches to parenting… Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday Afternoon on the Island of Le Grande Jatte
Look familiar? Read the rest of this entry »