I phoned my sexiest friend the other day.
“Here, la,” says I, lounging on silk sheets in a pink push up bra and French knickers. “Should we hit the town later or what?”

Aries (Mar 21 – Apr 19)
Be assertive with colleagues this week. Don’t be afraid to lay down the law. Though you’ll spontaneously combust at midday on Sunday, a torrential downpour will douse the flames and …

Out Of Office Auto Reply: Please be aware that Mr. Manuel Estimulo is otherwise engaged for the next couple of weeks. Sweary shall take the floor today in his absinthe. Should you require further assistance, …

I live in Irish Suburbia – in a satellite town outside a stunted city, in a housing estate surrounded by countless other housing estates, each one as wholesomely boring as the next. And, like any …

According to a new poll – and don’t ask me where the poll was conducted, or what evil conglomerate commissioned it – the Irish moan for about 9.5 hours a week. Every week.

And I know …

One of the big main problems with the world is the proliferancing of the sexual thoughts.  Everywhere you are look today, there is something that will make you think of sex, whether it is advertisings …

B*Witched. Stirrup leggings. Pat Kenny. Oh, the list of bugbears from my past that haven’t actually fucking stayed there would be much too long to post here,

With it being a long weekend, we’ve been partying at Swearing Towers, beering and boozing and singing and coming to blows over who was the best Batman. And as such, I’m hungover.