And the ISDA might maybe go to....

It's that time of the year again folks, lets throw the sets into the back of a van and pray we find the theatre on time. Theatre is about precision if nothing else.

House parties have changed again, not a new revelation on my part- they regress like... a drunk at a house party.

There was once a time speaking in code at a party was safe. By code I do of course mean speaking in Irish. But not now, now you be left roasted alive by the fact that you have met another Irish speaker at the same party, standing in the same place at the bottom of the stairs and listening intently to the damaging conversation. As soon as he makes his bi-lingual contributions we realise we are in trouble. When did people start gaining a knowledge of their native language? How am I ever to call someone a douche bag without getting caught out.