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The Pidgeon House

Posted on | August 1, 2014 | Comments Off

Pidgeon House Road, Dublin

Through heavy industry and shipping depots, past the travellers’ caravans penned in place by the massive concrete tank-traps designed to stop travellers parking their caravans, is Pidgeon House Road.

It’s all the brother’s fault. “Let’s go for a stroll down the end of the South Wall, ” he said.

We encountered the intriguingly named, Pidgeon House Road along the way. He was good enough to research and found this:

A man named Pidgeon who lived in the wooden house and acted as caretaker of the works and tools, finding the place become such a public resort, fitted out his quarters as neatly as possible, and, assisted by his wife and family, made arrangements for supplying meals and refreshments to visitors. He also purchased a boat to hire to his guests, had it painted and finished in an attractive manner, and as he dealt with only the best class of visitors, his rude hostelry soon grew to be a noted resort of distinguished citizens and wits, while the owner found himself on the fair road to fortune.

His house came to be known to all the Dublin folk as “Pidgeon’s House,” or the Pigeonhouse, and even after he and his family had gone the way of all flesh, and the old building, having served its purpose, had fallen into decay, the name was perpetuated in the title of the stronghold that in after years rose over its ruins.

From Weston St. John Joyce, 1920


As it turns out, the end of the South Wall is a ten mile round trip from town. A post-‘stroll’ pint of Guinness has seldom been more welcome.

I Want My Cheesy Horror Film

Posted on | April 28, 2014 | Comments Off

If you wait too long to watch the cheesy horror film you DVRed a year ago, UPC might alter their subscription packages, without asking or telling, and restrict access to the recorded content that’s actually residing on the hard drive in your sitting room.

I didn’t change the subscriptions, you did. Stupid UPC.

UPC sucks

Who’s for a brew

Posted on | April 16, 2014 | Comments Off


I Know It’s Never Too Late

Posted on | March 13, 2014 | Comments Off

I feel a bit bad, letting the old place go to rack and ruin like this. I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been kind of quiet around here lately. It’s not quite abandoned but I’m pretty sure a tramp has been living here and peeing on stuff.

When I popped back, I noticed that a ton of images were missing. I’d been posting them through Posterous and, although I knew that service was to die, I assumed that it had shoved the images here instead of just hosting them on its own systems and simply embedding links at my end. This was a stupid assumption and my noticing now is a mark of how often I visit. I was able to restore some of the images but there were a few I simply don’t have any more (no need to keep, I thought). I had to cull a couple of these orphan posts.

Maybe I’ll try harder. Maybe I’ll kick out that tramp, clean up the piss, dust off the cobwebs. Maybe I’ll make it fresh and vibrant around here. Maybe I’ll pop Paul Weller on repeat and breathe new, terribly interesting, life into the old blog. Maybe.



Trained Scientists Notoriously Picky

Posted on | July 25, 2013 | Comments Off

Institute for Creation Research hindered by lack of trained scientists. Apparently trained scientists want to work somewhere else.
ICR, together with the rest of the creation science movement, has made great strides in the last 40 years. In many areas, the superiority of the creation worldview has been clearly demonstrated. Even now, ICR is making exciting discoveries in the fields of biology and geology, and we have started new research initiatives in the field of astronomy. However, there is much work that still needs to be done, and this work is hindered by a lack of trained scientists.
For those who do have an interest in science, we wish to offer a few words of advice. Work hard to get the best possible grades and push yourself to truly understand the material. When choosing a school, choose one with a rigorous academic program and a research program that truly interests you. Although you should not be dishonest about what you believe, it’s probably prudent to not draw attention to your creationist beliefs while you are a student, particularly if you are in a field that directly touches upon the origins controversy (such as paleontology, biology, or geology).

Art’s Lough

Posted on | June 24, 2013 | Comments Off

Green and Bipolar

Posted on | May 4, 2013 | Comments Off










The Venn Diagram of Wretchedness

Posted on | March 6, 2013 | Comments Off

Venn diagram wretchedness

Ghost Clock

Posted on | January 20, 2013 | 3 Comments

Some kitchen alterations meant we had to move the wall clock.

Now, though, bloody muscle-memory means I never have a clue what time it is as I keep staring, in confusion, at a bare wall. It’s been more than a month and there’s no sign I’ll adjust.

I wear a watch. In every other room I look at my wrist if I want to know the time. That never even occurs to me in the kitchen.

Toast: An Insight To The Mind

Posted on | December 2, 2012 | 2 Comments

Time and again, proper science research has shown that you can tell a lot about a person’s character by how they butter their toast. Typically, the shy and retiring scientists have always chosen to shun the limelight and this research has languished in dusty, though worthy, tomes in The Big Library Of Science.

Until now.

I’ve read extensively on the subject and will attempt to distill the knowledge from this—admittedly vast—field into layman-friendly sound-bites.

All of the toast buttered with no bare toast evident: Careful and methodical while at the same time creative and artistic; highly intelligent; a leader of men; not mental; generally very attractive.

Butter smeared in slap-dash fashion with swathes of toast unbuttered: Hippy slacker; slow-moving and slow-thinking; probably smells of unpleasant stuff; harbours ill-conceived dissident ideas; likely to be dangerous if not so ploddingly lazy.

Look to your breakfast companion. Look into their mind.

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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