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A group of six stand up comics successfully beat a heckler into a coma in the Gents' toilets of the intimate Ha'Penny Bridge venue on the southside of the River Liffey last night. Photo courtesy of fifties50s . The heckler was found by two of the comedians as he relieved himself into a urinal after a torturous gig in the small Dublin pub, which plays host to various kinds of open mic nights on a regular basis. The comedians took advantage of the man's inability to defend himself, and started to beat him with a metal mop bucket, before being joined in the toilets by four more comedians armed with beer bottles, a microphone stand and a cash register. It is the second assault by standup comedians in recent months. At the beginning of April, reviewer Frank Barry had at least one thumb on each hand removed by up-and-coming surrealist comic Peter Lynsey, who took exception to Mr. Barry's lukewarm "two thumbs down" for Lynsey's St. Patrick's Day headline gig

  Even-handed Advertisement Members of the public are always eager to talk about soft drinks, whatever the time of day. Here is just a sample of views from the people on the streets. "Are you ever feeling thirsty and you go into a newsagent's to get a drink and you look into the fridge and you see a particular brand of drink - now, I won't say the name - but just as an example we'll use Dr. Pepper - just as an example - and you think 'Ah, Dr. Pepper, I haven't had that in a while. Sure, what's the worst that could happen?' And then you pay for it and open the can, and you remember why you haven't had it in a while - you hate it! That always happens to me - every ten years or so." - Kevin from Dolphin's Barn. Photo courtesy of Wyscan . "Here, well - in most parts of Europe - if you like the taste of cough mixture, you have to buy a bottle of cough mixture. Unless you're in one of those exclusive newsagents of course! Drinking too m

“An Early Childhood by Paddy Flanagan” is a mock, surreal autobiography by a fictitious Irish television and radio personality. It parodies misery memoirs (such as Angela’s Ashes by the late great Frank McCourt) and cannibalises and plagiarises from various sources. (People call that "pastiche" when it's on The Simpsons.) Please check out the first part of the first chapter here . A later chapter (Chapter 7) is found in a previous post here . I will post more of this work, and I would love to hear opinions and feedback. Thanks. CHAPTER ONE: AGE 0-3 YEARS (PART TWO)                   So Larry was forgotten by the lot of us, by the by, and his crippling Mystoperia often sent him into a frenzy had he been capable of that kind of movement ar chor ar bith. He could get around on his teeth well enough, and he used to play the piano in order to communicate; starting with middle C down to A and back up to C, that meant “Yes”, C up to D and back down meant “No”, an

“An Early Childhood by Paddy Flanagan” is a mock, surreal autobiography by a fictitious Irish television and radio personality. It parodies misery memoirs (such as Angela’s Ashes by the late great Frank McCourt) and cannibalises and plagiarises from various sources. Please check out the first part of the first chapter here. A later chapter (Chapter 7) is found in a previous post here . I will post more of this work, and I would love to hear opinions and feedback. Thanks. CHAPTER ONE: AGE 0-3 YEARS (PART ONE)                 My mother was an ear and my father was a goat. I didn’t dwell on it much as a child; you tend not to pick up on such things when you’re as underprivileged as was I.                 We were all underprivileged, all forty-two of us, all the brothers and sisters under the one roof. And seven more foetuses in the milk bottle always on our doorstep. My very first memories are of the room in Main Lane, sitting on the floorboards, preoccupied with the bal