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 | Nov 2, 2016 | #writing, current affairs, Drinking, Ireland, satire, war, writing |
Top 5 Worst Codes Ever Morse – …. . / -. .- –.. .. … / .- .-. . / -.-. — — .. -. –. –..– / . … -.-. .- .–. . Literally useless, who has the time? By the time you have figured out “The Nazis...
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 | 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 | Jun 2, 2016 | #ABP, current affairs, Fiction, France, horror, Ireland, life, news, Politics, war |
I read the news today, oh boy. But I don’t know who won the war. Not sure anyone’s won the war in a while now. No longer seems the point. Win the peace they used to say, so quaint. Peace, what good is that? More news is coming to mean less news. And though...
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...
