A collection of the ravings of a wine and rage-fuelled expat, indiscriminately incredulous at the state of Anglo-American politics and the global political economy.

 

Much like a breakup or children's early morning football match, we feel that the scribbles of this blog are best enjoyed/endured with a Big Gulp of pinot noir. We would encourage all six of our dear readers to join us in the joyous tradition of dead Irish writers who pioneered drinking away, rather than awaking from, the nightmare of history.