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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.

  • Site slowness and new site launch

    Apologies for the performance of this site over the past week, my host Dreamhost seem to be going through one of their periodic screw ups (always of greater length and severity than admitted to on their status page). This has meant that all of the sites I host, including Trinity FM and Technolotics, have been… Read more

  • Webcamp – Social Networks

    Many thanks to John Breslin for organising Irelands first Webcamp, last Wednesday 7th March. The afternoon was an enlightening look into the development, search, analysis and productive uses of social networks. I’ve wiki’d some notes on event (Ed – 2013, notes below). Particularly interesting was the response of designated Bebo’s spokesperson, Mark Tarbatt of webvertising… Read more

  • Hats off to the Buskers – The View

    What a lot of cock. Boring lazy and designed to make what ever monster it is that writes the play lists for Radio 1 in the uk cream all off the leg of his ma, what who he’s banging. And as his slightly green jizzism starts to crystallize and the album keeps playing and you… Read more

  • The good the bad and the queen

    It all seemed so innocent. Didn’t it? It did t’me. Fuck it for a while I believed it would be fun. They were some how much more likeable than oasis, who looked like they might give you a kicking and steal our weed, or the pedo looker Jarvis. Fucking blur were all shouty like bumping… Read more

  • Myths of the Near Future – The Klaxons

    Myths of the near future. What do they mean by that? The obvious poetical necessity of it, as a concept is that of a stunning arrogance. It reeks of the smug old boy system, of school ties and port, of ruddy faced men in blazers laughingly clubbing a baby seal to death. The idea of… Read more

  • Razorlight – Razorlight

    Razorlightning rod. White jean wearing crocks of cack. In the morning you know you won’t remember a thing is a gleeful telling of date rape, as Johnny crows and dances round the semi conscious naked form of some drugged girl he’s about to plough. Disgusting. And they play it on the radio. I hope the… Read more