Me: God, thanks for taking the time to speak with Coddle Pot.
God: No problem.
Me: We know you’re busy.
God: Hmmm? Oh…yeah, sure.

“You looked like a wanker!”, exclaimed my unemployed/unemployable rock star friend as he tried not to choke on his piri-piri prawns during lunch. He couldn’t stop himself from either laughing or eating which inevitably lead …

In much the same way that the queen of England thinks that her country is smell of fresh paint, so all professional cycle jockeys are thinking that France is smell of Domesto and ¡Cillit Bof! …

As it’s Builders’ Holidays in Ireland at the moment (a nationally-recognised breather for those of us in the construction industry; that should give you some clue as to how engrained the practise of throwing together …

 
I hear you were a qualified doctor in the 60s. If medicine is a vocation, why did you stop practising?

Dorothy,
Sydney
It was simple maths Dorothy. A medical review board determined that patients were sixty-five times …

Although I am not by any stretch of the imagination an urban sophisticate and I always make a point of spitting after I say the word “cosmopolitan,” it has been impossible for me this summer …

It’s been a tough week dear reader made tougher still by the complete and utter failure of my broadband service and the inability of the almighty “provider”, Virginmedia, to do anything more than come round …

I am being perturbed this week to learn about the disgraceful treament that was being meated out to a shoal of English nuns in Crete, where they was doing the missionary work, bringing civilization to …