Articles tagged with: arse end of ireland classic
Dear Problem Pages,
I’m hoping you can help me with an embarrassing problem I’m having, financially and professionally. I think I’m being bullied and I don’t know where to turn.
I hired this company of gobshites to …
I sent some of my fucktion to great friend wise accomplice artistic soul Kevin today, and was most pleased when he mentioned that I write well from a man’s point of view.
“I was born a …
When schoolgirl’s dread was in my blood
I read of ancient demons
“Haughey’s kind has gone for good
No need for me to flee, then.”
But then when I grew up, my fears
Were sadly not in vain,
Our first world …
He twinkled at me from across the room. He was young. He looked trustworthy. He was ginger, for God’s sake. I found myself pouring my heart out to him.
“Sometimes,” I told him, sprawled out on …
It’s been said more than once that where the “hard men” of working class Ireland (and Britain too, because we’re nothing if not culturally indebted to its whimsies) were once wiry like a coat hanger …
