Every now and then I tell people that when they say they have "the mother of all hangovers", they're paraphrasing Saddam Hussein. They never believe me. Not because they know better or anything; they just refuse to countenance the possibility that the phrase didn't exist before the 1991 Gulf War.
The Red Berry Restaurant has impeccable taste. From the elegantly sinuous wooden chairs to the lighting everything speaks of restrained Asian Style. Nothing on its menu would look out of place at your local Chinese take-away, but when the food arrives you get one of those moments when you realise you've been eating the shadows in Plato's Cave and the real thing has just arrived.
It's a bad pun but one that's getting lots of use this week, here in sunny Urbana, Illinois. The National Conference on Media Reform is happening this week end and many of my fellow media students are heading to it. In US terms it's just down the road, being about two and a half hours away.
From Planet Potato : “Paudge Connelly TD (and who the fuck is he you might ask, I hear you) has justified his salary by posing the silliest proposition heard in the Dail this year ‘Mr. Connolly: Information Zoom I propose the adjournment of the Dáil under Standing Order 31 to discuss a matter of urgent public and national concern, namely, the urgent need for Internet service providers ..
An insight into the hidden world of tuppenceworth's headquarters. So far we have ripped up the horrific swirly green carpet inherited from our predecessor publication "Ireland's Own- Interiors". The banisters have been transformed by the stinky magic of gloss paint to a bitter chocolate (80% coco, from the look of it) from the previous nicotine cream/grime colour.