I woke up this morning with another boiled head. A week ago, the Hangar Queen arrived on my doorstep and since then it's been non-stop carousing and generally acting the [...]

Well, I had a fucking ball anyway, and I met loads of bastards who turn out to be not such bastards when you meet them face to face. The bastards. [...]

OK.  I have yet another reason for going to Cork, apart from wild partying, hedonistic excess and witty, urbane, yet challenging discourse. I’m a finalist in the Current Affairs category.  [...]

I've made up my mind.

The longlists are out now, and Bock is still there in two categories: Humour and News/Current Affairs. I can only be in one category for the next round of judging, [...]

The long list for the Best Post category is out. Bock has been long-listed for these three:   Auschwitz Leonard Cohen in Dublin and PC World Sold Me A Piece  [...]

OK. I'm away to catch an eastbound train and meet a crowd of bastards flying in from Armorica. After that, we have the annual bloggers' drunken brawl and God-knows-what-else. If [...]

Well that's a relief. I was beginning to worry that I'd wasted €18 in the charity shop buying that jacket, shirt and worn-but-comfortable pair of secondhand shoes. Bock, much to [...]

The long list is out now.  Imagine all these bastards in one room, glaring at each other.  Imagine that.  Fuckin hell, I might have to bring an even larger contingent [...]

As days lengthen and tempers shorten, we huddle in ragged, mutant clusters and one to another half-mutter the eternal question: Well? For too long, answer came there none until today, [...]