Livin' In the Future.

In March '08 I wrote about an accident involving a traffic accident involving 3 military trucks and 2 cars.

Given our compensation culture and reactionary politicians I predicted that "our military trucks will subsequently be retro-fitted with seat belts, booster seats and Donald Duck window blinds".

So, I was delighted to read in the Indo that:

Troop-carrying trucks in the Irish Defence Forces are to be fitted with a system to protect soldiers in crashes after 40 were injured in two separate accidents on Irish roads.

Presumably the Donald Duck window blinds are on order - or maybe they are waiting for Dora the Explorer ones.

Alternatively, as a money saving alternative to window blinds they could simply park each truck in any of the capital's business parks for 20 minutes. That should be sufficient time for some jobsworth to stick a stubbornly adhesive "DON'T PARK HERE" sticker to the window.

Wanna be in my gang?

At some point in the aftermath of Roy Collins' murder, our fearless crime fighting, underpants-outside-his-trousers-wearing Minister for Justice, Dermot Ahern obviously thought "Shit - better be seen to act on this". And act he did - he acted like a man with a firm grasp on his brief (not the ones outside his trousers) and brought in a new law.

The new, improved (and possibly lemon fresh) Criminal Justice (Surveillance) Bill 2009, will make it illegal to be a member of a criminal gang.

To be honest, I would have thought that was fairly self explanatory - what with a criminal being an individual who partakes in illegal acts. But leaving that aside, I want to know how exactly will the gardaí know if somebody is a member of a criminal gang?

One can only assume the McCarthy/Dundon gang are in the habbit of issuing laminated, credit-card sized membership cards for the aspiring gangster's wallet.

Or else the yearly membership fee paid by a standing order made out to the McCarthy/Dundon Crime Syndicate will be a dead giveaway.

Buckets of Rain..

Dear Amina,

It was lovely to hear from you again - and many thanks for your kind letter and the enclosed photograph.

Amina, we have been writing to each other on and off for over a year now. During that time you described the poverty and daily hardships facing you - and other African children. You also explained how World Vision Ireland were using the money donated by many Irish families to help your community move towards self sufficiency, and to break free from the chains of poverty in doing so.

I feel that I have shown great compassion when confronted with your plight. I have shown empathy and sympathy in equal measure. I have prayed for you, crossed my fingers for you and above all sent some of my pocket money to you.

I even went so far as to devise plans for shipping Irish rain water to your village when you described how a lack of clean water - causing sickness and making crop farming an impossibility - was a major problem.

Well Amina, quite frankly after receiving your picture in the post this morning I am beginning to doubt the veracity of your story. In fact, I suspect you are involved in the organisation and execution of a highly complex 419 scam. What finally gave the game away? Well, I'll tell you - your teeth!"

You say you live in a poor village in the 3rd world, that you have no money and very little food. If you are as poor and hungry as you have led me to believe I can't imagine a toothbrush and good fluoride toothpaste wouldn't be very high on your family's weekly shopping list. Even if you could afford such luxuries, surely the dirty water you've been telling me about would counter act the work of the good people in Colgate.

Amina I live with my middle class parents in a relatively prosperous, first world country. We use Colgate whitening toothpaste, oral-b electric toothbrushes and Listerine (the green one - we tried the brown one, but Jesus it blows the head off you). Fluoride (which is essential for healthy teeth) is added to our drinking water before it reaches us - yet my teeth aren't nearly as white as yours.

You have the type of gleaming white smile that would convince small woodland creatures it was time to come out of hibernation. Were Tom Cruise to see them I have no doubt he would feel his gnashers were comparable to those of Shane McGowan.

Amina, this leads me to only one possible conclusion - not only are you not as impoverished as you have suggested, not only are you able to afford toothbrushes and tooth paste but you also have enough money at your disposal to afford a program of laser teeth whitening.

This will be the last letter you will ever receive from me - please don't reply to it.

Yours,

Molly

I can't change....

When you look up from your monitor to see your colleagues' aghast at your frantic head nodding antics, "Listening to Freebird - the 9 minute version" is a perfectly acceptable excuse.

Isn't it?

Misleading Headline of the Day #2

From today's Irish Times...

Guidelines on child sexual abuse

Because sometimes, under certain conditions, and if you keep within the rules, its perfectly acceptable.

The Friday Album Cover #33

They want you to be Jesus^*,
They'll go down on one knee,
But they'll want their money back, If you're alive at 33.


Bit of a toughie this week I feel.








^* No John Lennon style "bigger than Jesus" proclamations here.... and, while I'm at it, there will be no "turning tricks" with or without^** religous paraphernalia.

^** Pun completely unintentional... promise.

Millicent wore a surrealist comb

(made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome)

Watching coverage of the protests outside Leinster House on yesterday evening's Six One news, I spied a placard towards the rear of the crowd saying

No to biscuits

"Good to see the surrealists protesting" I thought.

During the 9 o'clock news I realised my mistake.

No to bus cuts

The Friday Album Cover #32

Dear Friday Album Cover Aficionados,




Love,

A quickly running out of ideas Ambassador

When you're down and troubled....

For Caro (I feel your pain) ...... and nerds everywhere.




I must confess to splitting my sides laughing for a good 5 minutes when T-man sent this on.

While I'm at it.... I've just head that Dublin County Council aren't happy with the duration of last year's Paddy's Day Parade. Apparently in an effort to speed things up, they are planning to change all the floats to ints.

I believe the children are our future!

Cathal Ó Searcaigh, poet and scourge of Leaving Cert students (through his poetry!), was due to appear on The Late Late last Friday. At the eleventh hour, Ó Searcaigh pulled out (don't!) after RTÉ indicated their intention, based on legal advice received, to pre-record the interview.

On Friday evening, unaware of Ó Searcaigh's withdrawl, I chanced upon The Late Late Show while flicking through the channels^* and caught Pat the Plank "interviewing" the judges of RTÉ's money spinning, soul destroying 'All Ireland Talent Show'.

Given the diverse range of talents on display at the auditions, Pat the Plank was curious as to how the judges had gone about selecting the finalists.

"How" Pat wondered, "do you separate a 5-year-old-fiddler from a young dancer?"

Unfortunately the man best placed to answer that particular poser was home on his couch in Donegal.


^* I was just flicking. Honest! It was just while I was getting reading to go out for a night of drunken revellry and substance abuse with the hip kids.

The Friday Album Cover #31

T minus 125 days. Eek!

I haven't seen my bike in a week thanks to the snow (I may be stupid and foolhardy - but not to the extent that I would take it skiing). I miss it terribly.

On the plus side, the complete "The Wire" box set arrived yesterday. I've heard and read nothing but good things about it so very much looking forward to that.

The Friday Album Cover #30 (Side B)

And the answer was......

The Friday Album Cover #30

How did this reach 30 so quickly!

You put your left hand in....

T-man just pointed me in the direction of this

As he said himself, "Crikes!"

Anything you want - you got it!

M's brother, D, is the type of guy who "knows a guy". Guys who can "procure" things, guys who can "fix" things - he knows a lot of guys. If I was looking for a doctor who would remove a bullet without asking questions, he'd be my first port of call.

While sitting in her kitchen last week I noticed the new, futuristic looking washer/drier gleaming proudly under her counter top.

With funky buttons and a digital display it looked like the type of contraption that, with a few minor tweaks, could be modified to offer time travel capabilities.

"Very fancy!" I said nodding in the direction of the clothes washing, time-space continuum altering contraption.

"Yeah" she replied, "€200".

"Impressive! Where did you get it?"

"Fell off the back of a lorry" she answered, matter-of-factly.

"D got it for you?"

"No. It actually fell off the back of a lorry. When it was being delivered. It left a dent in the side. The people who ordered it didn't want it so D.I.D were selling it at a much reduced price"

Note to self: Mustn't jump to conclusions.

Bodyrock

I went to see the Bodies Exhibition at the weekend.

Twice!

If Interpol have a "Suspected Necrophiliacs List" there is now a good chance my name appears on it.



I couldn't help noticing how tasty we look - like enormous boiled hunks of ham!

Perhaps I should be on their "Potential Cannibals" list instead.

Alright! Alright! Everything's gonna be alright!

From today's Irish times...

Ireland "has a thriving economy", and it would be wrong to compare the country's economic situation with that of Iceland's, Minister for Finance Brian Lenihan has said.

Phew! For a second there, I thought we were in the shit!

The Friday Album Cover #29

Another easy one - if you are an Irish child of the 80s. Can you recall the album name without Google's help though?

This is a personal indulgence. It's an album cover I've wanted to do for a long time - but I'd never been able to find a picture of the cover.

Answering Questions Posed in Songs #2

Answering Questions Posed in Songs #1

The question is hidden as white text on a white background -it won't be visible unless you select it.

Q: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?
A: Well that depends largely on the size of your life assurance policy and how much I stand to inherit.


Q: What you gon' do with all that junk?/All that junk inside your trunk?
A: Hold a garage sale. My golf clubs won't fit if I don't get rid of it all.


Q: I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah?
A: Talk about stating the obvious. But yes, I have a rough idea what you're on about.


Q: What I am is what I am Are you what you are or what?
A: I'm what I am too. Look, this is getting uncomfortable Edie, I have to go now


Q: Are we human or are we dancers?
A: I never realised the two were mutually exclusive. Can't we be both?


Q: How does it feel, to be on your own, like a rolling stone?
A: Perhaps unsurprisingly, it feels a lot like a being rolling stone.


Q: Why do fools fall in love?
A: Love, like all emotions, Is inherently irrational. As such, fools are naturally susceptible to it.

Q: Why do birds sing so gay?
Isn't that a bit homophobic?

Good Advices

Being neither a smoker nor an arsonist, I have scant need for matches. In fact, were it not for a few pub tricks, I would hardly ever use them.

When I do find myself with a box of matches in my hands I immediately seek out the quip, quote or saying that is invariably printed somewhere on it.

Much like a page-a-day calendar, while some may be mildly amusing, most are hackneyed bits of advice ("A closed mouth gathers no feet") or quaint, traditional blessings ("May you be in heaven half an hour before the divil knows you're dead").

Yesterday, I came across what was possibly the best piece of advice I have ever seen or heard, printed on a box of matches...

Keep away from children!