Restaurant guests say the funniest things, they really do. When they aren’t ordering mash and noodles they are asking you personal questions that would make a Spanish inquisitor blush with embarrassment. It’s the audacity of …

It was 31st of August 1997 and I was drunk, oh crikey mummy was I drunk. I had been imbibing cheap red wine from early the previous evening and the blotto hour, 1am, was upon …

Si, is the great news that Real Madrid the Best Team in the World have deigned to sign from the useless Manchester waste-of-space-can’t-even-beat-Barcelona team their only decent player, Cronaldo of Portugal (which historically belong to …

I wrote before about rugby before, about how I didn’t get it, how it made very little sense to me, how surprised I was that the whole country turned into experts on cauliflower ears and …

Virgin births is much more commonplace in Spain than people realize!

Christmas is a very important time of the year for Christians (only Easter is busier, because that was not just when Jesus was crucified and …

A big miracle is happened on a street in Limerick! This beggar man who is blind and disabled miraculously recover his vision and ability to walk and drink coffee, all at the same time. And …

Lord save me from Real Ale Drinkers. For those of you who are lucky enough not to know what it is Real ale is “beer brewed from traditional ingredients, matured by secondary fermentation in the …

So I had this customer the other day…….ah fuck it you’ve heard it all before. I’m too tired to write it up today. Suffice to say he was a dick, he did dickish things, and spoke with a dickish tone. I didn’t like him. The usual blah blah blah. But it’s not him that has me tired. I’m afraid it takes more than a dickish man doing dickish things whilst speaking with a dickish tone to keep me awake at night. No I have a new house guest. And this new house guest has kept me awake two nights on the trot now.