Archive for March, 2011

Show us yer tits

March 2nd, 2011

I see that shower of fucking wasters is at it again.

Europe is threatening to impose gender quotas on companies to increase the number of women in business.

Are they really serious about this?  Are those overpaid pen-pushing wankers really that fucking thick?  Is there no end to their meddling in affairs that are none of their business?

No matter what way you look at them, gender quotas are wrong.  If I were on the board of a big business I would more than resent any interference in my choice of job candidate.  Am I seriously supposed to reject the perfect, fully qualified bloke who is ideal for the post in favour of some bimbo whose only qualification is that she has a pair of tits?   If I were the male candidate I would more than resent being passed over by someone who is patently unsuitable for the job.  If I were the female candidate, I would feel demeaned by the fact that I am employed solely to make up numbers.

This is just the kind of inane, meddling, politically correct nonsense that could only come from Europe.

But there again, if they have already put into practice what they are preaching, then that explains everything…

 

Irish Thingy Awards

March 1st, 2011

I see the list of finalists for the Irish Blog Awards is up.

Through some strange quirk, I seem to be on the short lists.  I confess to being a tad flattered and a tad embarrassed.  You  see, I made a point of not nominating myself this year, so at least one misguided soul must have nominated me, for which I thank you.

One of the results of being short-listed is that I get quite a few visitors wandering in from the Awards site.  If you are one of those, then you are more than welcome.  If you haven’t visited before, then maybe a few ground rules should be explained?

For a start, this is a smoking area, as distinct from a no-smoking area, so if you are in a pub, or in your office, or indeed doing over eighty on the M1, then feel free to light up.  If anyone complains, just tell ‘em to fuck off, and that I said you could smoke.

And that brings me to my second ground rule…. language.  There has been a minor kerfuffle over Melissa Leo swearing on stage so it is important to understand that I am fussy about language on this site also.  Any fucker who swans in thinking he can swear all over the shop had better fucking think again. 

If you want to know who I am, then you had better ask someone else, as I’m not too sure myself.  The old memory isn’t as good as it used to be.  If you want to know what the site is about, then I’m afraid the only way is to read it.  There are only 1757 ramblings so  it shouldn’t take too long.  If you find the answer, then could you please let me know too?

Another drop of fall-out from being shortlisted is that I get to schlop another ink-blot on the side of the site.   Just to make sure they all matched each other, I had to redraw the images which was a bit of a hassle, but one must suffer for one’s art, I suppose.

One final note, if you are a new visitor – I fucking hate that word ‘Blog’.

I would much prefer an alternative name such as ‘On Line Diary’, or OLD for short.

I could relate to that.

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