Books - free to a good home!

We're in the process of streamlining all our stuff for moving to Italy. We've gone trough our clothes, DVDs, books and games. The things we're not taking to Rome are going to our mothers' houses. The things that don't go to our mothers' houses are going to charity shops.

Before we start taking the books down to Oxfam, we figured it might be best to offer them around to our friends first.

First batch of books! If you want anything here, drop me a mail. Otherwise, it's off to the charity shop or bookcrossing.

Neuromancer - William Gibson

Hearbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Dave Eggers

Blockbuster - Tom Shone

Captain Scott - Ranulph Fiennes

Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction - Sue Tonsend

A-Z of Living Together - Jeff Green

Romanitas - Sophia McDougall

The Little Friend - Donna Tartt

Crusader Gold - David Gibbins (second-worst book I've ever read)

Seven Ancient Wonders - Matthew Reilly (worst book I've ever read - fascinatingly, perversely bad)

Tales of a Punk Rock Nothing - Himelstein

The Love of a Good Woman - Alice Munro

Mortal Engines - Philip Reeve

Lord of the Flies - William Golding

Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World - Haruki Murakami

The Fuck Up - Arthur Nersesian

How to Make Love Like a Porn Star - Jenna Jameson

High Concept: Don Simpson and the Hollywood Culture of Excess - Charles Fleming

Megatokyo vol 1. - Fred Gallagher

The Man Who Ate Everything - Jeffrey Steingarten

How to Win Friends and Influence People - Dale Carnegie

the Bagthorpe Triangle - Helen Cresswell

Monster Island - David Wellington

Freakonomics - Stephen D. Levitt

Newfoundland - Rebecca Ray

The Alphabet of Manliness - Maddox

Is It Just Me or Is Everything Shit? - Steve Lowe

Howling at the Moon - Walter Vetnikoff

The Pope's Children - David McWilliams

Notes on a Scandal - Zoe Heller

The World According to Mimi Smartipants

Woman's Inhumanity to Woman - Phyllis Chesler

Short Hands, Long Pockets - Eddie Hobbs

City Chic: An Urban Girl's Guide to Livin' Large on Less - Nina Willdorf

All American Girl: Ready or Not - Meg Cabot

A Certain Chemistry - Mil Millington

Wicked - Gregory Maguire

Kiss and Tell - Alain de Botton

Vernon God Little - DBC Pierre

Urban Bikers' Tricks and Tips

Mysterious Island - Jules Verne

Saving for a rainy, snowy, haily, sleety day →

Rainy day coins

Taking advantage of the rotten weather on Sunday, myself and H. decided to count and bag my jar of rainy-day coins. We stuck Clerks 2 on in the background and got counting. Three hours later, we were finished.

All along, we'd been taking guesses. Started with EUR160, which we thought was a little high. Boy, were we wrong.

At the end, we had €530.56, $40.69, £8.08, and 4,524 Hungarian forints.

That PlayStation 3 is looking mighty tempting now.

Ticket for Danny Boyle's Sunshine up for grabs! →

Remember when I said that the IFF's showing of Danny Boyle's "Sunshine" got cancelled? Well, what I forgot to mention was that, to make up for the last-minute cancellation of the film we'd paid to see, the organisers gave us free tickets to a special preview showing, a week before the film is released here.

Well, as luck would have it, I'm not going to be able to attend and rather than let my ticket go to waste, I'm offering it up for the first person to comment here. It's a ticket for ONE person only, but that's not going to stop you seeing such a kick-ass movie, is it?

Sunshine (imdb details)

Thursday, 29th March @ 7pm

Cineworld, Parnell Street.

Apple Store to open in Rome →

Shit. How does one declare bankruptcy in Italian? I have a feeling I may be needing to know this soon.

Life on Mars →


Alright you ding-a-lings, listen up.

Life on Mars has easily been my favourite British TV show of the last 10 years, even beating the terrific return of Doctor Who. We're halfway through the second and final series, and I don't think there's any sign of it slowing down. Remember that awesome Camberwick Green inspired promo for the second series? (if not, here's a quick refresher). Want more? Well, according to Heat magazine* a portion of the next episode of Life on Mars will be done in this same style.

If you haven't already been hooked by this incredible show, the first series is available in your favourite shops and on your favourite internets. You should really check it out. You owe it to yourself.

  • Yeah, I read Heat magazine. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?

Movie Idea →

So here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking huge, nature-vs-man kind of thing. Kind of like Dante's Peak or Them!, but dealing with a more topical issue: Global Warming. After all, global warming won Al Gore an Oscar. And his film was shit. No special effects or nothing (unless you consider PowerPoint a special effect). Here's the pitch:

Quiet, sleepy town in middle America. Far from the problems of the big city. None of the worries of modern life. But the long fingers of global warming are creeping towards them and they suddenly find themselves overrun by a swarm of killer bees.

Except global warming has dealt them a double-whammy, and they realise they're dealing with the next evolution of killer bees.

Killer bees ON FIRE.

This needs to be made. Someone get me E. W. Swackhamer on the phone.

Something for the Weekend

Here's some things to make your St. Patrick's weekend even better.

Listen: Huey Lewis and the News - Fore!

Fuck all these know-nothing assholes who say that "Sport" is better, Fore! is Huey Lewis and the News' best album. It's olde-time rock n' roll, done by a bunch of guys who knew what rock n' roll was. The perfect antidote to all these insipid girly-men whining about how they're missing their girlfriends and it's breaking their hearts, or whining about how they're sooooo misunderstood and it's breaking their hearts (hey, fuck you, Chester Bennington). Huey Lewis, on the other hand, wrote about missing his girlfriend and how he was gonna ride the shit out of her when he got home.

_Everybody else is holding hands I'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone stand But i'm coming home one more week The first three days we won't get any sleep_

To get you in the mood, here's the video for "Stuck with you", which is definitely going to be the first song at my wedding.

Useless Trivia: Huey Lewis played harmonica on Thin Lizzy's Live and Dangerous.

Watch: Kickboxer

Kickboxer is a great movie at the best of times, but it's a masterpiece after a couple of beers (and this being Patrick's weekend, this is almost a given). After his jackass brother gets his back broken by evil mongoloid Tong Po in a kickboxing match, Jean Claude Van Damme decides to become a master kickboxer himself and get revenge. My favourite thing about this movie is the fact that the people in Thailand keep giving Jean Claude Van Damme shit for being American when he clearly isn't.

It also features the stupidest, most out-of-place dancing ever put to film. Observe.

I really want to remake this movie. I think it would still work as a low-budget youtube kind of thing, shot around the streets of Dublin.

Useless Trivia: After Kickboxer, Dennis Chan, who played Van Damme's trainer Xian Chow, went on to star in "Xiang Gang qi an zhi qiang jian", aka 'Legal Rape', aka 'Naked Killer 2', aka 'Raped by an Angel', aka 'Super Rape'. (And that sentence is going to fuck my google traffic for months now.)

PlayStation 3, Teledildonics and You

Talking to Cliph on IM about the PlayStation 3, we touched on the ideas of how the social space in Home will be filtered. For example, in the public area, people can talk to each other using a keyboard, the built-in phrases ("Would you like to play a game?") or via a Bluetooth headset. It's likely that there will be a bunch of 'banned' words for those using the keyboard input, but will there be any restrictions on what can be said via a headset? Is there anything to stop me turning the virtual air blue with obscenities?

Sony have said that in the private space, there will be few restrictions. You will be able to decorate your 'room' with whatever images you have on your PlayStation 3's hard drive. You can stream whatever movies and sound files on your PlayStation 3's hard drive and everyone visiting your room will be able to see and hear these files. I'm willing to bet that without restrictions, there will be a thriving red-light market in Sony's Home faster than you can say "WELCOME TO JOHN'S COCK PALACE."

But let's go even further. By taking the possible sexual underworld of Home and combining it with Sony's own USB Trance Vibrator (released with 'Rez' on the PlayStation 2), we could be witnessing an evolution and mass-marketization of teledildonics.

I can't wait to see what happens when you put in the Konami code.


In preparation for the trip to Rome, I'm working my way through a list of 99 things to do before moving to another country. One of these was 'Get a dental MOT'. So, after 10 years of avoiding the dentist, I finally caved last week. Overall, not bad. A couple of minor fillings, but in pretty good shape, considering it's been ten years, and the amount of Diet Coke I drink.

I drink assloads of Diet Coke. Retarded amounts. And it's easily the worst thing for my teeth because not only does the sweetener rot the teeth (although I've seen Mythbusters - it's not as corrosive as people say), the copious amounts of caffeine running through my system makes me grind my teeth in my sleep. I wake up with a sore jaw and my teeth are slightly worse for wear.

This was made worse by the weekend that was in it. H. had over to Rome for a bit of a reccy. Checking out the apartment, checking out the people she would be working with. Which left me with four days all to myself. I did nothing but eat junk, drink Diet Coke and play Crackdown on the Xbox 360. I came out the other side feeling rotten. Not so much a shadow of my former self, but a dirty, bloated, jiggly play-do model of my former self. So, big changes are afoot.

Yesterday marked the first day without Diet Coke. And it was awful. I was sucking down Tramil to cope with the headaches, I was going outside every hour for some air to keep me awake. I was grouchy. I was lethargic. And since I could barely keep my eyes open, I probably shouldn't have driven up to Tesco at 9pm.

Today, however, it's all different. I managed to get out of bed when my alarm went off, instead of hitting the snooze button for an hour. My headache is gone, and I'm already getting work done. Hell, I'm almost lucid.

It'll never last.