What is the internet for? This miracle of technology seems mainly devoted to inane chain letters, shrines to cocaine-addled celebrities, badly digitised images of the naked female body, and pages about Oola. Well no more, for the time has come to make a stand and stand up, for the revolution has come, and it will not be televised. Though it might be on the radio.
This bit of my fascinating site will be devoted to the world of the postmodern culchies, a new, disenfranchised nation within a nation. Read on and weep! (tears of joy)
another glorious day for the gaa. this is shaping up to be a season of such hilarity to better even last year's. and clare (and loughnane) haven't started yet. here's to another summer of angry phonecalls to des cahill's sportscall!
