Dream Job

Fourteen!  14!  Fourteen feckin applicants I had up at the hut yesterday  for the job handing out the flyers for the Dolphins.  They’d all seen Boss Shanahan’s version of the ad .  Apparently it is all over the internet.  One young wan came all the way from Monasterevin.  All sorts of degrees and diplomas and masters and choir competencies or something,  the lot of them.  I couldn’t understand half of what they were saying to me.  When I googled some of the stuff I remembered this is what came up:

So, needless to say, I am none the wiser for that and still have no one to hand out the flyers so I hung them on a hook beside the cakes in the tea shop and maybe people will take them.  I put them outside the toilets at first thinking that way everyone would see them but I think some people thought that was the toilet paper cos we had awful cloggage from them.

The Cliff Experience Reception Experience (Disruptive Innovation in the Prefab Hut Space)


martello tower sandycoveThe Definitive Indefinite Article call facility in Utar Pradesh has been seeing a huge uptick in inquiries about the future of Bloomsday Twiterature.  We have received braces of inquires since the rumored layoffs and downsizing at The Definitive Indefinite Article.  Thankfully a literary Super PAC, Modernists for an Unsure Tomorrow, has made a grant which ail guarantee the future of Bloomsday Twiterature for as long as the internet lasts.  With this largesse at out disposal, we can promise that this year’s installment will be something special but in the meantime, to prime you all for the upcoming extravaganza, here is the story so far:

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of

lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,

ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He

held the bowl aloft and intoned:

–_Introibo ad altare Dei_.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

–Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about

and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the

awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent

towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat

and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,

The Preternaturally Loyal Reader:  Ah that’s lovely now all the same though but.  I can’t wait to see where it goes next.  I mean I do be enjoying yer Hamptons Houseshare Hell and all but it’s not really a jewel of modernism now, is it?  The Bloomsday Twiterature is the highlight of my year, don’t you know.