Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
irish times
WHY DO CATS SMILE WHEN DRAGONS BREATHE FIRE?
HUMAN TRAFFICK
Remember Latif Yahia? Iraqi army captain, worked as Uday Hussein’s body double, escaped into exile, took a policeman hostage, punched a judge, torched a refugee camp, married an Irish woman, got into a beef with Michael McDowell and posted some fucking scary messages on this blog… Yeah, that Latif Yahia.
A $20m biopic based on his book I Was Saddam’s Son is about to go into production, starring Dominic Cooper (Mama Mia, An Education.) And the film’s director has a pretty colourful back story all of his own… Read the rest of this entry »
NIHILISTIC BEDDING
THIS IS NOT A JOKE SHOP. THIS IS AN ADULT FETISH SHOP. SERIOUS SHOPPERS ONLY.
“One particular film has three words in its title: none of which can be repeated in a family newspaper. Sufficed to say it boasts an all-male cast. And given the pride these gentlemen take in one particular aspect of their anatomy, the film could be described as, quite literally, an orgy of self-congratulation…” Read the rest of this article here.
THIS IS FUNNY
DJ #1: Hey, do you want to go the cinema tonight? Read the rest of this entry »
“Would you say that uncertified practitioners are dragging the entire soul-coaching profession into disrepute..?”
PAULA HUGHES: Ireland’s first certified Soul Coach.Read the rest of this interview here.
A CUP OF TEA…
A bowl of corn flakes. Two slices of brown toast with margarine and honey… If someone had asked me on the tarmac what I ate for breakfast this morning, I doubt I’d have been able to recall. Hurling through a bank of clouds at 250 miles per hour upside down, however, I can recount every tiny detail, from the brand name of the margarine, to the expiration date on the milk… Read the rest of this article.
IF MY STOMACH WERE A HAIRCUT…
…it’d be one or other of these. Probably the one on the left, to be honest.
Sick today… Haven’t been able to keep down as much as a glass of water since morning. I really hope it’s not swine flu. As a freelancer, of course, there’s no such thing as calling in sick. I managed to offload one interview (thanks Laurence!) But I still gots to get paid, so I insisted on going ahead with the other. Bad call. Read the rest of this entry »
“I’M NOT SURE WHAT THIS GUY’S PROBLEM IS, BUT HE’S POINTING AN AK-47 ASSAULT RIFLE AT ME, SO I PREFER NOT TO MAKE A FUSS…”
What stands before me is a scene of utter desolation: the chalk remains of roads, buildings and farmland, bombed and bulldozed beyond any recognition… Read the rest of this article here.
“IT’S 7.30AM. I’VE JUST FINISHED DEER STALKING…”
MARCO PIERRE WHITE: the original bad boy chef – kitchen colossus or glorified dinner lady?
Beyond sustaining us, and (hopefully) not poisoning us, why does food matter?
I believe that the heart of every house is the kitchen. We all grow up at the kitchen table, with our family and with our friends. And I think that’s where the importance of food is born. Read the rest of this entry »