Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
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Those last minute Leaving Cert revision tips in brief…
The countdown to the Leaving Cert is almost at an end. A month from now, when 138,000 nervous students sit down for their first examination, they’ll know their chances of securing a university place, well-paid job, desirable home, attractive sexual partner and prospects of siring anything other than ugly, unintelligent children rest entirely on how they perform in the weeks ahead. Read the rest of this article.
Those last minute Leaving Cert revision tips in brief…
The countdown to Leaving Cert 2010 is almost at an end. When 138,000 nervous students sit down for their first examination at 9.30pm on June 6th, they’ll know their chances of securing a coveted university place, well-paid job, desirable home, attractive sexual partner and prospect of siring anything other than ugly, unintelligent children depend entirely on how they perform in the weeks ahead. Read the rest of this article.
Perusing the Sunday papers, something suddenly strikes me…
I hate the Sunday papers. The first six days of the week, newspaper articles tend to begin with sentences like ‘The government has announced…’, ‘Sources in Timbuktu report…’ or ‘Grave robbers in Ballyjamesduff have stolen…’ But come Sunday, all that goes out the window. Suddenly, it’s all ‘Is Bebo turning our children into vampires?’ or ‘Can worrying about my bum give me the plague?’ Read the rest of this article here.
POSTCARDS FROM THE HEDGE
I was perusing the Sunday papers the other day (it might have been Sunday, now that I think of it), when something dawned on me. I hate the Sunday papers. The first six days of the week, newspaper articles tend to follow the format: ‘Brian Cowan has announced…’, ‘Sources in Ballyjamesduff report…’ or ‘Grave robbers in Timbuktu have stolen…’ Read the rest of this entry »
THOSE LAST MINUTE LEAVING CERT TIPS IN BRIEF…
The countdown to Leaving Cert 2010 is into its final weeks now. When 138,000 nervous students sit down for their first examination at 9.30pm on June 6th, they’ll know their chances of securing a coveted university place, well-paid job, desirable home, attractive sexual partner and prospect of siring anything other than ugly, unintelligent children depend entirely on how they perform in the fortnight ahead. Read the rest of this article.
The International Bar
Perusing the Sunday papers in the International Bar, something suddenly strikes me. I hate the Sunday papers. The first six days of the week, newspaper articles tend to begin with sentences like ‘The government has announced…’, ‘Sources in Timbuktu report…’ or ‘Grave robbers in Ballyjamesduff have stolen…’
But come Sunday, all that goes out the window. Suddenly, it’s all ‘Is Bebo turning our children into zombies?’ or ‘Can worrying about my bum give me swine flu?’ The answer, invariably, is ‘Almost certainly not… But here’s 2,000 words and a photograph of Jennifer Aniston (for some reason) just for the hell of it’. Read the rest of this entry »