Posted by Lisa McInerney on Wednesday, June 8, 2011,
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Ireland
Council house bred and buttered, me. I was raised in a Council terrace, and was awarded tenancy of my own local authority home when I was old enough. ‘Course, when I was old enough to know better, I handed it back again, and moved to the big city to chase employment, which no doubt I will be vilified for. You’re not supposed to hand back the keys to a Council house. It smacks of throwaway gratefulness – “Thanks, but no thanks” – the very kind of wavering poverty pontificated on by... Continue reading ...
Posted by Lisa McInerney on Tuesday, April 5, 2011,
In :
Ireland
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll cave your head in with a shovel"
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll douse you in petrol and set you alight."
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll break your fingers, one by one."
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll slit your throat."
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll curb-stomp you."
Guard to detainee: "Give me your name and address or I’ll... Continue reading ...
Posted by Lisa McInerney on Thursday, February 17, 2011,
In :
Ireland
We share an irreverent sense of humour, a spirited mouthiness, and an unfortunate fondness for sweet-shop rubbish, but my best friend and I are two very different people. I'm prone to ranting, tend to be overly sentimental about lyrics, and am very dismissive of genre fiction. She's addicted to celebrity gossip, has too many pairs of pyjamas, and spends far too long in the shower.
I often joke that someone who cares that much about the Kardashians should be kept under house arrest. She often ... Continue reading ...
Posted by Lisa McInerney on Wednesday, February 9, 2011,
In :
Ireland
I spent last night watching the aftermath of the apocalypse, letting my mind wander through the barren wastes, and wondering in which remote bunker hope had hidden itself. What? No, not GE11’s Leaders’ Debate! I was playing Fallout: New Vegas!
Like, fuck, I have a life.
It’s because I have a life I feel the need to avoid the news as much as possible. Though saying that, I do check The Journal in hourly intervals, making this sentence’s predecessor a dirty hairy lie. I suppose a more acc... Continue reading ...
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Divil a bit: Irish slang, a jovial answer to a what-are-y'up-ta, meaning "nothing at all".
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