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happy meal

There’s nothing quite like a McDonald’s.

The burger in the right is the one bought in 2008 , and the one in the left is the one kept for 12 years. They look terribly alike. The explanation? McDonald’s uses a lot of preservatives to keep their food looking fresh and delicious.

    A retired prison guard ate his 25,000th Big Mac this week, 39 years after eating his first … nine.

    Don Gorske was honored Tuesday during a ceremony at a McDonald’s in his hometown of Fond du Lac. Surely McDonald’s most loyal customer, Gorske was recognized by Guinness World Records three years and 2,000 Big Macs ago.
    “I plan on eating Big Macs until I die,” said Gorske, 57. “I have no intentions of changing. It’s still my favorite food…. I look forward to it every day.”

    Gorske, who appeared in the 2004 documentary “Super Size Me,” which examined the fast-food industry, looks nothing like one might expect of a fast-food junkie. He’s trim and walks regularly for exercise, and attributes his build to being “hyperactive.” He said that he was recently given a clean bill of health and that his cholesterol is low.

    His obsession with the 540-calorie burger — two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles and onions on a sesame seed bun, for those not familiar with the once-ubiquitous ads — started May 17, 1972, when he bought three Big Macs to celebrate the purchase of a new car. He was hooked, and went back to McDonald’s twice more that day, eating nine before they closed.

    He’s gone only eight days since without a Big Mac, and most days he eats two.,

Off da hook:

front page news

This morning I noticed many strangely dressed types pulling trolley bags around Ballsbridge . I figured they were international media and banking types who were around for ‘black thursday’. I hope they don’t see the paper of record today. The main news is there, devoid of any approval seeking behaviour but the top of the page also has:

“The Rubber bandits rustle up a batter burger”.

Embarrassing and unwanted attention from abroad reminds me of the fast show sketches: “you’re a long way from home Paddy” Read more of this post

minimum requirement for entry

I know I am always picking on the gardai but they came in useful over halloween for some things, mostly related to food and humour.

I saw a patrol car parked on the footpath and wondered if there was an emergency. Then I saw the inevitable garda exit the embassy grill with a big bag of chips and burgers. Crisis averted. With a diet like this it was no wonder two of their colleagues got left behind chasing someone through Eyre Square in Galway last night. I found it a bit extreme that 3 gardai on foot (one close to lying down due to 50 metre sprint), a van and a car were needed to catch some guy running away. The guy on the run eventually turned around and put his hands up, no doubt fearful of a good talking to.

Later on I needed help finding a pizzeria in and a ban garda sent me in the right direction with a number of options and even a recommendation. I was not sure if they were just dressed up as gardai due to the hole in her lower lip from a piercing but she knew her shtuff.

Charles Bukowski wrote something about the ability to see the fabric of society through how people interact with others in their cars. I wondered where the gardai were on the wet road today when idiots sped by in Range Rovers and Mercedes. It seems that if you have a fancy new car you feel obliged to tailgate, speed and generally be a prick on the road. To them anything else is a sign of weakness. I dont know what is wrong with the indicators in these new cars either as they just dont ever seem to be turned on. I am not jealous for what it is worth. These jackasses made some money in the decking famine of 2000-2008 and I would not mind them if they would just act like they were not above everyone else and would stop being a danger on the roads.

I cant help but feeling that what happens on the roads is broadly similar to what is happening in society at large. The rich asshole is fucking over the guy who is paying for him to be a rich asshole. You could call it paying on the triple, first time round by being at the bottom of the pyramid scheme, second time round by paying for the guys at the top who lose and third time round by having these assholes everywhere to be seen, acting like Charlie Sheen.

These people really need to see what happens on the Autobahn when there is a real accident: Read more of this post


The running of the bulls comes to Ireland. Anything is possible even wearing bacon on your clothes and running away from people trying to eat you.

The only time I recall seeing a village decorated like this was Ballyporeen when Ronald O’Reagan ‘found his roots’ and came to visit in 1984.

emergency kebab

The Gardai continue their tradition of parking on double yellow lines while ordering fast food. This is on the corner of a junction at Harcourt street. Slap on the hazard lights and order us a quarter pounder meal will ye there lads.

alan shearer morrison burger fail

Alan Shearer hawking cheap burgers for even cheaper Morrisons. People think that Thierry Henri sets a bad example to kids who want to get into sports but here you can see the former captain of England grilling a dozen boigas which cost a foiva. As someone on twitter said “Alan Shearer looks like such a fat bastard cooking all those burgers with no one around”.

Video available here

get out more

Those ads for the pubs of dublin on the radio piss me off – they promise ‘a snog down a laneway or a burger in a 50’s diner’ after a night out. The reality is more like a fight on the street or a 20 euro meal in eddie rockets. Who needs to advertise booze when there is almost nothing else to do in the country.

They slag off facebook but strangely enough have their own facebook page which has 4000 fans. That guy from ‘how low can you go’ is on there and he deals well with someone slagging off his gap teeth:

fairy house

From the irish independent – our glorious leader stands with the poise of Apollo, sadly he is next to someone munching on a burger:

Thanks to Ed for that, photos of people in embarassing situations wanted!

Earlier this year: Cowen and the Tayto man:

cheese and toast special

I got this via email – it is an extract from the world cheese book on

The email said “After reading the lies here I made the real map. See corrections in red.”


Once upon a time, 3,000 dairy farm wives took paddle and churn to the fresh milk that was not consumed by the local villagers. On 3,000 kitchen tables, 3,000 cheeses were prepared. This was the method of preserving the protein goodness of the cowshed so the ploughman might have his lunch.

But then, as the second half of the 19th century steamed into view, all that changed. The arrival of the railways transformed rural life. Instead of dairy farmers selling fresh milk only to the community around the herd or flock, crates could be despatched far beyond, even into the hearts of rapidly expanding cities.

A network of milk-trains and door-step deliverymen brought farm-fresh milk to every corner of the nation. And we lapped it up.

Farmers could scarcely keep up with demand from a growing population. The need to preserve the leftovers all but disappeared.

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not far from the magic stone of blarney

… is the moving statue of Ballinspittle.

This follows the blessed and holy magic treestump of rathkeale that people are worshipping.

70% of people saw something. One lady got her hearing back after 30 years and another got a shock and didnt need her walkign stick after. It cured someone else who was paralysed. The bishop says “direct supernatural intervention in the affairs of men is a very rare occurance and because of that ordinary common sense would advise caution in regard to the alleged happenings at ballinspittle”.

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