by Thomas Bartlett | Sep 15, 2017 | #humour, #writing, arguing, blog |
The burnt orange sun of the vale is the kind of thing he was expected to write. Is a vale a small valley, or does this thing even matter anymore? Anymore is not what it used to be, being that we all expect everything night and day to be a blood orange sun hellscape....
by Thomas Bartlett | May 29, 2017 | #humour, arguing, blog, current affairs, Ireland, meloncholy, modernlife |
Internet Arguing v Real life arguing Picture it, hurtling through space, time and our pervasive atomic imaginations, we grind to a halt, progress stalled. I’m referererering to this strange phenomenon, this festering illogical pustule that is, internet arguing. A says...
by Thomas Bartlett | Oct 27, 2016 | blog, College, current affairs, Ireland, School |
Top 5 Worst Subjects 1. Economics a. It’s rich people’s religion. The end that justifies the wealth gap. b. Hindsightism at its finest c. It’s all based around the “rational person”, nope me neither. d. Supply and Demand? 2. Geography a. Exhibit A – the...
by Thomas Bartlett | Oct 10, 2016 | #ABP, arguing, blog, current affairs, Uncategorised, war |
Advent internet Confirmation bias abounding Whatever opinion I’m right, astounding! Things have changed. We pass a lot of our blinking hours exploring the cavernous souks of the cyber, only venturing out into our samey homes, scruffling along the filthy wet streets...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 23, 2016 | #humour, #writing, blog, Ireland |
The Greatest Story Never Told. The spelling of people’s names has been changed to protect their identities. I have heard a lot of great stories over the years, stories involving fights, infidelity, crime, lust; the usual stuff. But the greatest story never told has...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 25, 2016 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, blog, childhood memories, Drinking, France, Ireland, Italy, meloncholy, writing |
I saw him the other day in Galway, the dangerous guy in every bar. His knuckles are the old bone keys for the crypts, a small man with furtive laser eyes, sunk in with malicious disappointments at things happening that he expected, he expects the worse, lives inside...