Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
irish times
THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT “THE BUTLER”…
A little manoeuvre I invented where I approach an attractive girl, stumble, fall and headbutt her in the crotch… Read the entire article.
“THEY WILL LOCK YOU UP IN THIS TOWN, MATE. TURYSTA OR NO TURYSTA…!”
“I punch him hard in the mouth. But it’s like he sees it coming before I do, because he lands two blows in retaliation before I’ve even realised I’m in a fight…” Read the rest of the article here.
AND YOUR NEW FLATMATES ARE…
So you’re finally moving into a place of your own? Congratulations, first and foremost. In a world that never fails to deliver its share of letdowns and crushing disappointments, this is one rite of passage that actually lives up to the hype. Before outlining some of the comparatively minor pitfalls that may lie ahead, it is worth taking stock again of what precisely you stand to gain. Read the rest of this article here.
MISCELLANEOUS AMUSING ITEMS I’VE COME ACROSS #12
HOW I SPEND MY SATURDAYS
I thought this was kind of funny… Earlier this afternoon, I was asked to go in to the Irish Times to film some sort of promotional thing for the Saturday magazine. I think they’re relaunching it or something. Anyway they wanted to get some of the writers to do a piece to camera. Read the rest of this entry »
CHEZ MO!
After stopping off for a quick eye-opener en route, my associate and I are lucky not to lose our reservations at this delightful north inner city eatery.
Despite its’ obvious exclusivity – I am bundled in, he is shooed away – the atmosphere is refreshingly informal.
The décor is modest and unpretentious and, as I search about for a spot to hang my coat and scarf, the proprietress peppers her conversation with quips about my frequent drunkenness and occasional sexual incapacity… Read the rest of this article here.
Published: Irish Times, July 20 2009“A BAFFLING, INTOXICATING ORDEAL…”
IT’S NOT until the Main Crianza 2006 is uncorked that the first note of discord is sounded. “It’s a little bit clumsy,” sniffs one critic. “It’s brassy,” counters another. “No, I find it very oak-y,” ventures a third. The woman seated next to me swirls the dark red liquid briskly before raising the glass to her nostrils.
“It’s a little bramble-y on the nose,” she confides. “Don’t you think?”
I shrug my shoulders. Frankly, I haven’t spent nearly enough time sniffing foliage to venture an opinion. Read the rest of this entry »
Published: Irish Times, May 1 2009FOR MY NEXT TRICK, I WILL POUR BOILING TAR ON LISA HANNIGAN’S HEAD…
IT’S A GORGEOUS Monday afternoon; one of those rare, life-affirming days in the early summer when the world, however fleetingly, appears vibrant, green and new. But at our table in a bustling Italian restaurant on the banks of the Grand Canal, Lisa Hannigan isn’t brimming with the joys of summer just yet. She’s anxious that if she orders food, she may accidentally spill something on her blouse. (There is a photo shoot to follow.) She’s anxious that if she doesn’t eat, the restaurant may want the table back. But for the most part, she’s just anxious about where I might be going with my opening question. Read the rest of this entry »
“SINCE THEN EOIN’S LIFE HAS SPIRALLED INTO A HAZE OF HILARITY AND ADVENTURE…”
Okay, I already posted this a few months ago. But it’s really funny, so who gives a shit. This is a wildly inaccurate profile of me done by a student paper in DCU in 2005. The interview really did take place. However, I dunno whether the guy’s Dictaphone malfunctioned, or if he suffered some sort of acid flashback during the transcription process, but none of the quotations attributed to me are remotely accurate. Read the rest of this entry »
WHEN THE UNDERAGE SEAGULLS FOLLOW THE TRAWLER…
Fans of all ages gathered for the Irish premiere of Ken Loach’s Looking For Eric at the Light House Cinema in Smithfield, reports The Star newspaper. Most were hoping to catch a glimpse of leading man, and footballing deity, Eric Cantona.
“It’s a surprise for me”, Cantona is quoted as saying of the reception he received. “Because some of those here today – especially the young – were not even born when I retired.” Not to be a stickler or anything, but Cantona retired in May 1997. Crazy fool.