D. Joyce-Ahearne (Satire Editor)

“Remember that time you had the apple?” “Yeah.” “I was thinking of doing that this week.” “Might join you.” * I believe...
It’s beginning. The end, that is. It’s safe to say we’re really J1-ing now. Maybe safe is the wrong word. We’ve emerged...
A lack of cash money has meant that we have been more housebound than we would have liked for the last week. We’ve been...
Gin, stop leaving fucking bloody tissues on the table.” “Wasn’t me.” “They’re on top of your keys.” “Those are your...
Gin has been lying face down on the ground for several hours now and we’re starting to worry. Fun reckons he’s fine. “...
The history of the Irish travelling the globe and working is one that we might call “retrospectively lovely”. We’ve...
I suppose the first night out has happened. It wasn’t planned, most of the best and worst nights aren’t. Fun had...
The unfortunate delay in the blog brought about by whatever the fuck was going on in my lower intestine for the last...
Things have not gone according to plan. No, they have not. The blog was meant to have started this day last week. I...
Dublin is a city with a literary heritage that makes other cities look illiterate. The town is an odyssey of the...