The six-eyed frog was folding clothes with sweaty hands and being nonchalantly scrutinised by a circling undercover employee evaluator named Brian. Brian was wearing a severely casual €25 shirt and €18 beige chinos and blended in with the flitting swathes of customers to the extent that the frog paid him…

A blue haired bespectacled young man festooned in red ribbons was floundering in a grave yard at night. “My name is Gregory Novak,” he said to the thin wisps of grey clouds as they stuttered across the star-scuffed skies. The clouds didn’t reply as they were busy gathering precipitation and…

“Craic mate,” He boomed with voice like light as we scrambled into the back with pumping hearts for this was the first time. “Can I, three yokes there please?” I asked, cursing my stutter and glancing at Ciaran. God coughed. “Having a nice night?” He said as we took off…

The Process of Becoming Shite Craic is subtle but inescapable. One tends to notice it in others before one doth noticeth it in oneself. The process typically begins at around the same time you realise you need money to facilitate craic, and it accelerates on the realisation that in the…

Look I know in this very same Blog which graces your eyes right now, not two Blog Posts ago I ridiculed conspiracy theorists as naïve and myopic children — but it is time to Back Pedal on that and for myself to become what I have once Despised. …

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Anti-Mask Protest. The fact that such a term exists exhibits the absurdity of our times. Many gape at the existence of increasing numbers of impassioned Irish citizens unified under their repulsion at the prospect of wearing a piece of cotton over their spittle-spouting mouths. …

Everything in existence must inevitably come before the microscope of the Mob, whereupon it will be deemed worthy of either Normalisation or Cancellation. Until the entity — be it a topic, an artist, an artistic expression, a human being, a creature, a behaviour, a philosophy (collective or individual), an ideology…

Welcome back to my blog, MoonMan Blogs, where today I’m blogging from a moving carriage. Moving westwards on the I9 towards Mallow, this is the first of two trains I will be a passenger upon this morning. …