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Queen Elizabeth does a Dublin/Cork combo

Tuesday, 17 May 2011 by Gemma Creagh

The Queen

Queen Elizabeth and her other half will be popping across the pond today, as I’m sure many Cork and Dublin have been made aware due to the crizz-azy traffic across both city centers. There’s a guard on every street corner, and many hospitals are on standby – meaning Copper Face Jack’s has faced a customer lull in the last week akin to those predicted for Armageddon.

There are, of course, heightened security concerns that protesters are seeking to disrupt her itinerary, so Government officials have kept the ‘precise’ time and duration of each leg of her four-day itinerary under wraps for security reasons.

This is not Half a Giraffe’s first foray into investigative journalism – I once wrote a pretty hard-hitting special on Electric Picnic for the Daily Mail (Electric Picnic A-Z: check it out). So last Thursday, myself and Rory took it upon ourselves to discover some undisclosed details about the trip (by plying several officials with Fat Frogs in McGrattans). He’s what the Queen will REALLY be doing:

TUESDAY, 17th MAY

  • Arrival at Casement Aerodrome – Queen Elizabeth and Duke of Edinburgh, Prince Philip, will be greeted on the tarmac by Tánaiste and Minister for Foreign Affairs Eamon Gilmore… however the Queen being a big fan of shopping for discounted brands in Duty Free has organized for a quick en route trip to Terminal Two, much to the annoyance of Philip who just wanted to go straight there.
  • Meeting President Mary McAleese at Áras an Uachtaráin – Mary had to get her people to shop at “Iceland” supermarket, as the Queen, being quite fussy, will only eat their mini Pizzas.
  • Trip to view Book of Kells at TCD – The Queen will also be stopping at the Pavilion bar (the ‘Pav’) to enjoy a special cricket match and a can or two of Bavaria.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 18th

  • “Windows” tour of Dublin at the Guinness Storehouse – This is special “Queenie” code for knocking back a few scoops in the Gravity Bar.
  • Greeted by Taoiseach Enda Kenny at Government Buildings – The Queen, renowned for her sense of humour is planning to present Enda with a T-shirt reading: “Gingers have no souls”.  We also discovered that he’s been forewarned about this – just in case he starts crying again.

  • Visit to Croke Park – By visit, the Queen really plans on checking it out on Google Streetview while catching up on her Sky-Plussed “Coronation Street”.

  • State dinner at Dublin Castle – The Queen has requested fish fingers, beans and queen cakes (another witty example of her “Queenie” humour) for dessert.

THURSDAY, MAY 19th

  • Visit to National Stud Kildare – this will be followed by a quick trip around the Coca-Cola Factory. “Give that Queen a can of Coke”
  • The Duke of Edinburgh to attend a reception at Farmleigh House with members of Gaisce; the President’s award ­­– During which the Queen is sneaking off for a quick game of Bingo.
  • A celebration of the Queen’s visit at the Convention Centre Dublin The Queen and Duke will also pop over to have a post-work pineapple Bacardi Breezer and Jager bomb in The Ferryman.

FRIDAY, MAY 20th

  • Tour of St Patrick’s Rock, Cashel – The Queen has since cancelled this event, claiming that: “it seemed like the single most boring thing in the world to do, and seeing as how I’m 85 and doesn’t have much time left. I really can’t be bothered. But thanks for the invite though, Irish Government.”
  • Visit to English Market in CorkAfter which the Queen and the Duke are also planning on heading into Crane Lane to catch four-piece Indie powerpop band “The Melismatics”.
  • Visit to Tyndall National Institute, CorkUpon being questioned by the press on this part of the visit, the Queen is cited as saying: “What? The Tyndall National what? There’s no way I agreed to this. Phil. Did you tell the Irish we’d go here? Over my dead body.” (Pause) “Phil… that is not funny”
  • Departure from Cork airport

A big welcome to the Queen from all the Giraffes. Her and Phil are more than welcome to pop down to our headquarters in HSQ, and avail of a Captain Morgans & Coke or a warm can of Fosters, if they get bored up there in Farmleigh.

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Teenage Jesus

Friday, 25 February 2011 by Kevin Dowling

We often hear about Jesus. He was born in a manger under a star and gifted wonderful items by three wise men. As a man he healed the sick, fed the poor and lead his people to peace and tranquility before dying for the sins of man under the watchful eye of God, or as he calls him, “Da”.

These stories are age-old, told over many generations and will continue to be translated into many languages (text speak, cheezburger, etc.) and passed down from adults to children as the human race continues through its journey. Even non-Christians know the story of Jesus, that’s how popular his story is. It’s almost as popular as the story of Lord of the Rings, but not quite…

However there is a huge disparity in the story. A glaring error that most fail to see when hearing of the wonderful deeds Jesus did. He was born, and suddenly the story jumps on to his adult years as a glorious leader of men – a selfless, godly man who could perform miracles to inspire generations thereafter. But what about his teenage years?

We’ve very little documented proof he ever was a teenager, but rest assured he was. And here, exclusively, on HaG we can give you the low down of teenage Jesus.

At the awkward age of 13, Jesus was going through severe puberty. Of course, Clearasil wasn’t around 2000 years ago, but this was Jesus. At this point in time, he turned water into Clearasil to heal the wounds of time on his face, and rid himself of his spots, pimples and blemishes. Even the awkward ones on your bum.

At 14, hair started growing in places he never expected it to grow. One day he puffed out his cheeks and a giant beard appeared where his blemish-free face was. There were no razors around, and although Jesus could now turn water into shaving foam, no one had considered 5-blade razors and the single blade option was too painful on such an epic beard.

At 15, hormones were truly kicking in, and although he was able to perform miracles, he instead grew insular – kept his beard long and untrimmed while growing his hair long so he could hide behind it when walking to school across water. He turned the ocean sounds, that soothed most people, into Fallout Boy to soothe his angst. It wasn’t long before the Jewish kids in school began bullying him.

At 16, now legally able to work, the bullies began to take out new forms of tactics on the long-haired emo Jesus. Jesus now had to wear shoes and slacks to work after school, so he looked a little silly when playing football during P.E.. This raised further ire in him, and he turned the water he turned into Fallout Boy into Pantera. This soothed him at work when he stood around Currys all day waiting for customers to pounce on, selling consumer electronics (it was 2000 years ago, so we’re talking Sony Walkman type products) and insurance to people.

At 17 he discovered women, but his father disapproved of this. As such, he would remain celibate for the rest of his life as per his fathers wish. His father would enforce this strict upbringing on men for centuries afterwards – causing thousands of men to live long, frustrated lives while causing millions more to ignore his message and go for their primal urges instead.

18 and finally, Jesus could drive. Of course, cars and insurance liability hadn’t been invented yet, so Jesus had to resort to water sports. It was rather lonely though, as he was the only one who could walk, run and slide around on water.

From the ages 19 through to 22 Jesus took up a trade. His step-father was a tradesman, so he decided to get into the family business but found it too easy. Instead he took to public speaking about issues that concerned him, like humanities inhumanity to his fellow man and how to interact with customers through social media. It was after he performed P.R. miracles that people saw him for what he really was, a genius miracle worker after he turned FOXCONN into a success after it was revealed it used children’s limbs to manufacture parts.

After these successes, the Jewish leaders saw him as a threat to their society and the way in which they did business, so they sought to murder him through public crucifixion. To try and appease them, he harked back to his teenage years and raised that angry kid to turn negativity into positivity in order to run around the towns trying to heal people of their sins and problems. He hoped this would appease the government, but alas, they saw it as a threat to the way they did business even more. Cutting out the eyes of a man who illegally traded on the stock market served no purpose if Jesus was going to restore his sight.

And it’s at this point we leave it, as we know the rest of the tale of Jesus. I’m just glad to have been able to fill in the gap for you…

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The lazyman’s guide to exercise

Monday, 31 January 2011 by Kevin Dowling

exercise: exert: put to use; “exert one’s power or influence”

We all know it’s good for us. We all know it’ll help us live longer. We all know it’ll make us sexier, more virile and better in bed, but we also prefer to eat pizza that someone else brings us while sitting on chairs that will lift our legs up for us.

And as such, the team at HaG have asked me, a recent Ph.D graduate in the field of humanoid laziness leading to exercise to write an article to tell you fatties how to get thin, sexy and awesome with a minimal amount of effort. These tips could save your life. But then again, you’ll have to do more then read this article to gain results. As such, this paragraph acts as a disclaimer… no, this article won’t actually help you and yes, if you try these you will do yourself some good.. but not much. And no, it’s not scientific.

Exercise One: Like Xenu, you’ve been too lazy to strike down other worlds or religions that don’t recognise you, so the best way to build up the energy to do this is by doing some stretches, lunges and drinking an egg smoothie. But you’re lazy, so you won’t do this. Instead, just lift your hands out of your crotch region and stretch. Raise your hands up, manually, and then stretch your legs. Do it lying down if needed. That’s a lot of energy used up, so be sure to put on an exciting TV show afterwards to keep your heart rate going.

Exercise Two: No one expects you to run on a treadmill, or run anywhere for that matter. So, rather then walk up real stairs, walk up escalators. Not only is this modicum of effort useful for your health, it’ll get you closer to the food court in a shopping centre. After all, one man once said that a man can be judged by which he takes in doses of two, pills or stairs. In this case you’re doing neither, as you’re kind of only taking the stairs half a time!

Exercise Three: Get a games console. It is known that the Wii and Xbox Kinect have fitness peripherals/software but we don’t care about that. Merely owning one of these consoles (to play Goldeneye or Halo) will mean you’ve made the leap to actively lose weight. Of course, you’ll be sweating over teenage boys who are better then you online, rather then your work-out ethics.

Exercise Four: One of the huge parts of diet and exercise is that, once you’re fit & healthy, you’ll get women. So, post a profile photo (neck up) on match.com, cupidsarrow.com or something similar. This gives you a goal, and a target. Based on the women who contact you, you can decide what kind of woman to go for afterwards. How is this exercise? Well, you have to move you fingers to take the image!

Exercise Five: The final tip we have for you budding thin-folk is very simple. Buy a relaxation tape, or download an MP3 of a story about a man who runs around a lot. If science is right, then you’ll burn off calories in your sleep simply by moving muscles as your mind pretends it’s doing something it hasn’t done in years.

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How to clothes shop like a hipster

Thursday, 20 January 2011 by Kevin Dowling

For those not in the know, stop reading now. Seriously. Stop it. You’re passé and over. Piss off. If you don’t know what a hipster is, or why they like to shop, then you’re just not worth knowing.

Those who use apps on phones to degrade the experience of using modern technology (because the 70s had much better cameras) while wearing ludicrously large glasses, rimmed hats and striped clothing – read on.

Smoking copious amounts of cigarettes while looking subversive is a difficult game, and obviously 90% of this “hipster” vibe is all about not admitting to being a hipster. Thus, you cannot go shopping for clothes in the same way that a hipster would.

Note the tattoo. It is not made with ink, but the dreams of people not as cool as this...

Being a hipster super cool guy/gal means being totally devoted to whatever is hip, before it becomes hip. This means owning the next Apple product before Apple announce it, only breeding within the subculture that you aren’t a part of (at the risk of creating new hipster babies with incestuous deformities) and being devoid of good taste and a sense of colour. This also means being on the cutting edge, without being aware of it. As such, super cool guys/gals must notice what is popular and trending with the masses, and use the “What would Olivia Newton John do?” theorem (WWONJDT);

hipness / notoriety(popularity)+John Travolta’s homosexuality

When getting clothes, obviously the very first thing that springs to mind is odour. While most fashionista’s and popular folk (who are not super cool guys/gals) will wear smells with monickers like “ocean breeze” and “Atlantic Zephyr”, this means using the WWONJDT to inversely counter-act these hideous natural smells by replacing them with “Au de Marlboro”. If you don’t smoke already, it’s time to start. We’ll get into the natural health benefits soon, but smoking will permanently burn away your nasal abilities and thus, make you immortal to the smells of the peasantry who spend billions on nice smelling things. Therefore, you win.

Since you are a hipster super cool guy/gal, you are most likely perpetually unemployed. Fret not, as your endeavours to find super cool clothes will not be hindered by your lack of income.

The first issue to tackle, as we said earlier, is diet. Since you’re on a break from your media career, you’re probably on a budget. Ignore the tactile uselessness of eating food, and replace it with smoking. While, yes, smoking isn’t cheap, it can also be seen as charitable as 40% of the cost goes to tax, which helps poor people buy houses next to people who paid full price, and also helps them replace their drug habits with methadone. Your new diet is as follows:

Breakfast: Coffee from a Nespresso machine (this is important, as it is a lifestyle choice – not a coffee) & a cigarette.
Lunch: Whatever you can find in your mothers kitchen.
Dinner: Red wine & cigarettes.

Now that you’re losing an alarming healthy amount of weight you can squeeze into 70s children’s clothing from your local Freds Fashions thrift shop!

You'll always be unlikely to ascend to this guys level of cool.

The tighter the clothing the better, particularly when it comes to pants. This is the one time that the WWONJDT rules are thrown out, as any flairs or bagginess is far too post-modernist rocker for you. Once you get past the dizzying pain that comes as a result of blood clotting in your hips, you’ll be walking at an awkward pace with your arms swinging violently to propel you forward in no time.

Chequered, laced and floral design shirts are a must, but be sure to never, ever wear a t-shirt. Only wear polo shirts with stripes (of any colour, the more questionable the taste the better – as that’s the only way to counter-act the delirium of society). Girls are best to show a little mid-drift and shoulder here, to show how askew you are in the world. Men should show as much chest as possible – regardless of whether you can grow chest hair or not.

Remember, this isn’t fashion – it’s irony. Do not, under any circumstances try anything on. If it’s too tight – it’s perfect. Wearing clothing with slogans and band names you hate is the best way to project your new found sense of cool guy/gal-ness. For example, wearing a t-shirt with an old-school 80s ‘Transformers’ logo is ironic, because you hated those awesome laser-shooting robots as a child, and now you’re giving Michael Bay – and all of Hollywood – the finger. Thus, you are winning.

Use this guide as just that – a guide. But be careful not to fall into the world of culture. This is counter-culture.

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Surviving Winter in the City.

Tuesday, 21 December 2010 by Maria

The Gulf stream, unhappy with our constant complaining about the weather, has moved on taking our mild Winters with it. And going against the trend of Global warming our winters are getting colder and wistful dreams about White Christmas’s are finally coming true. Snow is like an old friend, you’re initially delighted to see it but after a time the delight turns to distain and you remember why they’re an ‘old friend’ and not a current one. With this in mind, we are providing a guide on how to survive the snow in the city.

Firstly, you probably won’t survive. Breaking this to you now should heighten your natural instincts and make you want to prove a fabricated statistic such as ’87% of office workers fall prey to timber wolves while commuting in winter’ wrong.

  • You should wrap up warm, layering your clothing is an excellent idea. Lots of layers of clothing hides your body, keeping it warm and making you look fat. In cold weather larger people are more attractive as they look warmer and have a greater body area to steal heat from.
  • Steal heat from strangers, on public transport sit a little too close to people to share warmth, they shouldn’t mind. If they really don’t mind get naked, there is greater heat transfer, encourage them to do the same. Good people to steal heat from on public transport are those who are asleep, though you need to perform the sniff test to make sure they aren’t drunk or dead.

With all the parties going on women are usually reluctant to dress appropriately for the weather. They insist on wearing heels which leads to a show called ‘Bitches on Ice’. Women in stilettos wobble uncertainly through the streets. It’s rather like the film Bambi, if Bambi were a whore.

A top tip for women, wear better shoes, no matter how hot you think you look, no one is going to want you while you totter around like a dizzy Tina Turner. Also ladies, it’s Winter your attire is too revealing and the fact you’re wearing no underwear means that it looks like Scott of the Antarctic’s beard under your skirt, all icicles and trembling lips.

Walking in the snow, the more confidence you have that your boots will stop you falling the more likely you are to fall. When walking in the city pick someone who is walking in the same direction and follow them, their unsteady movements should tell you of slippery areas. Keep a safe distance as if they fall they may reach out for you to help them causing you to fall as well. If they start falling just watch safely from a distance. When they do fall it is only permissible to laugh under two circumstances, they’ve fallen, they’re not hurt, they laugh, they get up or they’ve fallen and they’ve knocked themselves unconscious.

Of course the snow is there to be enjoyed so feel free to enjoy such clichéd activities as;

  1. Having a snow ball fight: where you can use compacted ice to physically hurt the people you claim to love. Which sounds wonderful in principle but most likely you’ll find you that you have about neither the strength or aim to make any impact. Afterwards you’ll just go back to hurling abuse, yup, that abuse hits the sweet spot every time.
  2. Making a snow man: Spend ages rolling massive balls of snow, stacking them, giving them a face, a name, some sort of career choice. Then destroy it because frankly who are you to play God?
  3. Making a Snow Angel: You’re much much too lazy to make a snow man and you may as well lie down on something white because your bed sheets are a state.
  4. Urinate in the snow: Men can write their names, or a name, or ironically draw a penis using their own urine. Women, you can watch in horror as your piss splashes onto your shoes….then freezes there.
  5. Take photographs: or don’t bother, everyone is taking photographs, just approach the person with the most impressive camera and force them to add you  as a friend on Facebook. If they refuse, follow their tracks to their home….then ask again.

Hopefully using these tips you can not only survive the snow in the city but you can also enjoy it, right up to the point that it becomes a cold grey mush downtrodden like the dreams and hopes of the city it occupies.

Happy Christmas.

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I.T. humour

Thursday, 9 December 2010 by Kevin Dowling

The life of an engineer, technician or support person who works in I.T. is rough. The vernacular they use to communicate is different to anyone else in the world. Being in I.T. is a world where everyone ‘gets’ World of Warcraft jokes, and understands the fundamental differences between Minecraft and Minesweeper.

Sometimes the jokes that can be conjured from I.T. are amazing, but in the wrong context are taken out of hand and are utterly, atrociously offensive to ‘real’ people.

For example, a file system is the way your computer stores data. Kind of like a filing cabinet. There are many ways to do this, but each way has a “name”. FAT16 is one of them. Now imagine your I.T. guy telling you he likes his filesystem like he likes his women – FAT and 16. It doesn’t quite translate to the real world.

Given the time of year, people are discussing their new years resolutions. If you ask your I.T. guy his new years resolution, don’t expect to get the typical “go to the gym”, “quit drinking” or “start a hobby” kind of answers. Oh no, your I.T. guy will respond with a numeric value, depicting the literal resolution of his monitor. “Hey Steve, what’s your new years resolution? I’m going on a diet!”… “1280×960”.

In programming, there is a language called “ruby” which defines some attributes as symbols. The way this is done is by using a colon. So, wearing a shirt that says “:sex” says “sex symbol” to other nerds. To everyone else, it says “colon sex”.

In news recently, a sniper was shooting innocent people in America. Most real people were horrified, but I.T. people all over the world, who naturally have an intrinsic understanding of Counter-Strike (a shooter video-game) cursed the sniper not for being a murdering scumbag, but for being a camper (someone who gets kills by staying in the same spot).

I.T. is a sarcastic, satirical world that on it’s own is quite funny but realistically is horribly offensive, and disgustingly inappropriate. However, any I.T. guy will tell you that they have no intention of letting their sense of rampant humour free. Most other people will be thankful for this.

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Interview with Keanu Reeves

Thursday, 28 October 2010 by Ciaran McNamee

by Ciaran

Ben: Alright Ciaran, you must promise me that the interview will go well. You’re interviewing Keanu Reeves, he may not be very bright but he works really really hard so don’t laugh at him. Understand that – DON’T LAUGH AT HIM. I don’t want to come up in 1/2 hour to see him in tears.
Ciaran: Don’t worry Ben, you have nothing hahaha
Ben: I’m serious! I realise you don’t like this guy, none of us do. Just treat him with respect that’s all. Don’t do anything stupid!
I waited in my office for fifteen mins writing out some questions and preparing notes, then the buzzer rings and Keanu Reeves comes in.
Keanu Reeves: What’s that smell?
Q: You’re more than welcome, sit down, sit down. We’ve been looking forward to having this interview for a long time, I can’t tell you how unthusiastic we are to have a celebrity of your calibre.
K.R: whoa!
Q: Right onto business, we hear you’re starring as a plank in the upcoming pirate movie, “Black Beard vs Hook”, can you comment on these rumours?
K.R: Hey that’s insulting, where did you hear these… allegations!?!
Q: You’re agent told us actually but never mind, can you tell us then what your next role will be so?
K.R: Yes I’m going to play Pinocchio, before he gets turned into a real boy. After that it’s CGI all the way. They really want me to play just the wooden part of his life where he’s made of wood, they said my mechanical acting was uncanny. The director and cast seemed so enthusiastic, in fact they just kept laughing during my audition and shouting “we’ve found him”.

Q: ah very interesting                  
K.R: yeah my mom was proud.
Q: Well she outta be, you’re a good son
K.R: Will this be in the interview?
Q: You betcha
K.R: thanks man. You’re the coolest
Q: Just doing my job, speaking of which since you never actually act, what’s your job?
K.R: Hey!
Q: Just kidding, sit back down, we’re all friends here
K.R: Well I have some questions for you sir
Q: Please, call me Thundergore, Master of the Seas.
K.R: Well Thundergore I saw your clipboard and there’s just a crude picture of you stabbing me on it.
These were silly allegations, still I threw the clipboard behind my desk (we at this point are sitting at the couches in front).
K.R: Hey I’m going to get that clipboard and show you the stupid picture!
Q: Don’t do that a bad man lives behind my desk, he’ll offer you candy but only wants to touch you
K.R: Oh God!
Q: Not to worry, just don’t annoy me and make me shout and he wont know we’re here.
K.R: Please don’t shout Thundergore, I’m scared…
Q: Who do you love more, your mother or your father…?
K.R: I…I don’t know! That’s a horrible question!
Q: Answer me.
K.R: I don’t know, (sniffle) I love them both the same, I don’t want to decide.
Q: Don’t make me shout, remember the bad man. Now you’re making me angry here, Keanu. Either smack yourself in the face or answer me.
K.R: You’re a horrible bastard!
Q: AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
K.R: Oh god you promised you wouldn’t scream, now the bad man definitely knows we’re here!!
Q: Crap….I think he’s seen us!! You should never have used the “B” word!!
K.R: Oh god I’m sorry!! What…..I….UGH…..Will he….touch me? What will we do!
(I take a rope from my pocket and getting up, I throw it over a pipe near an open window)
Q: Come over here friend, I’ll show you how can escape this “bad man”!
K.R: Thank you! I’m so sorry I called you names, I don’t deserve your help
Q: There’s no time for that kind of talk! Listen just hold onto this rope end and I’ll pull you up with the other end so you can escape out the window! Brilliant isn’t it.
K.R: But…but Thundergore how will …..how will you get out?
Q: I have super powers, just like you did in that movie the matrix, remember the matrix?
K.R: (sob) yes sir.
Q: Oh god I hear him coming again. You better be quick.
Without questioning he grabs the rope
Q: Now you wont be strong enough to hold onto a rope cause that’s real hard so just tie it round your neck to make it easier. QUICKLY!!!
K.R: But wont that kill me!
Q: No NO!, you’re forgetting, I’ve got the other end right here, I’m not going to let go
Ben suddenly walks in
Ben: Hey guys, who wants tea and biscui -AUGH!
Q: Yeah Ben I’ll have a tea, two sugars please
Ben: AUGH!
K.R: I can’t…..breath

And so that was it. Good* interview, Ben didn’t agree – we all have our differences.

* Keanus lawyers** have been onto me for quite some time at this stage, not quite sure what to do about that.

**In actual fact the Half a Giraffe towers are under siege from a battalion of police and I’ve only been surviving by grafting stockpiled camel humps to my torso and living off the essential fatty acids within. It’s weird, you never need to go to the bathroom…

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Back to School Sale now on!

Monday, 4 October 2010 by Stephen Kilroy

Welcome back kids.

No longer do you have to put up with sunshine; days at the beach and having no responsibility. School term is back with a vengeance. Don’t worry about having fallen behind on statistics or feeling rusty with your Irish. There’s plenty of fun filled evenings to be had studying with time away from your friends and activities. But remember school can be a big, scary concrete jungle without the bare necessities.

We here at ‘School Daze’ have an exciting new range of can’t live without items to kick start your school term.

Spiderman Flick-Knife

Are you tired of bullies taking your pocket money and constantly watching where you walk in the hallway? Well with this cool new accessory you’ll never have to feel defenceless again. Next time a teacher starts shouting out you or a 6th class bully tries to smack you, just jab this funky knife into their carotid artery (that’s the neck, for those of you silly youngsters not paying attention in Biology). It comes branded in several of your favourite comic book heroes. (Parents I know what you’re thinking, but don’tworry. It also has a flick comb, so your child can always look their best)

The Item prior to branding.

Pocket sized Snuff box

Is studying for your exams getting to you? Can’t quite keep yourself awake for that last page? Why not try our array of study aids. They come in a portable sized container that can carry your drug of the day. Also you can enjoy snorting coke from your very own customised snuff box branded with your school logo.

A sample box from Lady Brownbottom’s all girls’ school.


Kevlar school uniform

Fed up of having to wash and dry those nasty blood stains on a daily basis? No worries. Our new Kevlar uniforms will battle those nasty knifings and gunshot clothing qualms. Choose from a variety of colours to suit your school requirements.

iPhone homework application

We remember the days when we forgot to do an assignment or the crack addict pooed all over your essay for English class. Fret not, this brand new iphone application can hack into your teachers records or simply track a similar document, related to your subject of choice, then print it out to hand up as your own the next day. Meanwhile you can head to the local arcade and get that ever elusive high score.

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Interview with Peter Jackson

Thursday, 30 September 2010 by Ciaran McNamee

 

 

Peter Jackson is a man I’ve wanted to interview for a long time. Jackson directed the 2005 remake of King Kong and recently “the lovely bones”, considered a surprise success, as well as other hits such as “Heavenly Creatures”. However his magnum opus to date is the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the final film of which scooped an incredible 11 oscars, a joint record for any movie in history and in preparation for this interview I had decided to focus much of my questions on them.

By Ciaran

I wait in my office for 20 mins nervously before Peter Jackson walks in. He is looking well kept, wearing a suit and tie, though slightly agitated.

Q: We’re delighted to have you with us Mr. Jackson

Peter Jackon doesn’t reply but just sits down with legs folded. He brings a dusty blue duffle bag into the room, placing it beside him on the floor.

Q:The Lord of the Rings books are undoubtedly iconic and many millions of fans had waited a long time for them to be made into movies… what was the best moment in the Lord of the Rings Trilogy for you?

He stands up and starts mumbling to himself and shuffling. He walks around a little before declaring:

PJ: The great Mr. Tolkien always said the Mines of Moria were his favourite scene and I agree, so it is with him, so it is with me.

Q: Right so… so when did you realise that it was your destiny to make these books into a movie?

PJ: Heh?….well heh, it was inevitable really, I used to play with little toys as a child. Action figures based on the Lord of the Rings trilogy, taking off their cloths and painting guns on their naked bodies. I had a collection of anatomically enhanced wooden dolls as such, including a -

He ambles to the window, gazing out at a preening crow on a nearby branch. He is laughing to himself, taking large swigs from an opaque plastic bottle in this pocket

Q: hehe, yeah well……..Mr. Jackson?

PJ: hehe…..

Q: The Lord of Rings is often—-

PJ: SHUT UP I’M NOT FINSHED……

He is uneasily strumming the air-guitar, shaking his head from side to side

PJ: Did you ever get the feeling you were born to do something?

Q: (nervously) um….please sir, if we could get back to the questions at hand…. the…. The lord of the Rings was a seriously risky venture for New Line who funded the film, how sure were you initially of its success?

PJ: Oh I was sure.

Q: What made you so confident?

PJ:Well J.R.R Tolkien promised me fulfilment and the justification of my harrowing existence. He then helped me cast and direct the movies and now tells me what to do with the money I’ve earned.

(brief pause)

Q: Right, well sometimes it seems like he’s looking over all of us, like he really would have wanted the films to turn out like they did

PJ: No, he actually calls to my house and writes down what I’ve got to do.

Q: Well I’m not sure I understand what you mean, he’s been dead since 1973

PJ: Last night as I stood there chopping raw steaks with “choppy” the joy of my knife collection, I reasoned you’d think Tolkien to be dead. I saw you denying his existence. The images became clearer to me the more I chopped, with each blood curdling smash reinforcing the painful reality. As I stabbed away I could actually feel your short sightedness tighten round my neck, like a child tucked into bed too tightly by a vindictive parent. I found myself chopping extra steaks for the next night too, getting a thrill from the certainty of our encounter today!

(long pause).

Q: (now covered in a cold sweat), Mr. Jackson ….sir.,would you like a glass of water perhaps? We don’t have to do this interview now you know and -

PJ: – Let me show you something.

He walks to my desk and takes out a diary from inside his shirt and opens it’s moist pages very slowly

Q: Is that…

PJ: You call this dead!! This was written by Tolkein, this morning, by great Tolkien!

He takes a few more drinks from his bottle then suddenly throws the diary so that it lands edgeways into my face

Q: Ooooooowww!!!! My eye, oh god

PJ: Hahahahahaha. ….ah….MUHAHAhahah

Q:What the hell is this? Sir this could have been written by anybody, Mr. Tolkien is dead over 35 years!

PJ: Mr. Tolkiens searing tentacles are entwined into my soul and his wrath breaths down my neck, with each beat of my heart he devours another piece of me and -

He grabs me by the lapel.

PJ: Understand son when I say shut up you shut up?

Q: But you didn’t….

He is starting to take off his shoes

PJ: You’ve done it now!…

Q: Please tell me you believe Mr Tolkien is dead?

PJ: You just don’t get it do you, death, life it’s not always as black and white as that, things aren’t always as clear as they are in life.

His shoes off, he throws them and I watch as they sail across to the other side of the room. He is now standing barefoot, having not worn socks. He makes sinister gestures with his hands

PJ: Recognise me yet?

Q: I’d just like to remind our readers that Mr. Jackson is under a lot of stress right now and…..

PJ: NO – you just don’t get it do you!?……….I AM J.R.R. Tolkien

At this point he unbuttons and takes off his shirt to reveal his entire chest tattooed to look like another mans head

Q:The…..
PJ: ROOOOOOAAAR!

Q: Oh my god….

He takes another swig from his bottle, which I now recognise to be petrol and spits into the air, igniting it with a lighter concealed in his sweaty palm.

PJ: You have exasperated my patience! Like a tiny Kangaroo rat chased by a hungry dingo over the boiling stretches of the Australian desert – you will know PAIN!

Q: Mr Jackson………..you’re…. you’re completely mad!!

He breathes flames all over my desk then laughs mightily as the fire alarm goes off

PJ: Well that’s my signal to go leave, wouldn’t want your friends in the fire dept finding out our little secret now would we?!!

He takes my filing cabinet and pushes it out the enormous glass window. He then dons his backpack and jumps. I look over the edge to see a silhouette in a parachute sailing beautifully over the city. He is wearing an inflatable dragons tail. I stand there in awe, a tear in my eye.

“Truly that man was Tolkien” I said.

 

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