Escaping from a small, dark flat with mouldy walls and manky carpet. It’s great. It’s also great to know that you are no longer paying a ridiculously unfair amount of rent for the privilege of being driven to slit your wrists by the unbearable cold and damp. But the best thing of all is never having to hear that psychotic weirdo with the plastic bag shouting “HOLD IT, HOLD IT HOLD IT!” over and over again as he shuffles along Camden Street, bepissing himself.
I feel sorry for little girls. Perusing through the choice of games for the Nintendo DS in Gamestop, I was greeted by a queasy array of shite intended for their enjoyment.
Here are some examples:
How many Insomnia cafes are there in Dublin? They seem to be everywhere I look, nestled in every corner of each street I walk through. Inside you can purchase the same generic fodder that passes for coffee house cuisine in this city. Why go to a different cafe, when you can go to the same one, no matter where you are?
Slowly but surely, everything is homogenising. Walking down O’Connell street is amazingly disappointing. Why do we need a Boots pharmacy in Stephen’s Green Shopping Centre, Grafton street and the Jervis Shopping centre? [Read more...]