Ireland 1, ROW 0

A schoolmate of mine was interviewed in an excellent Irish Times piece about how the Irish don't work in bars or building in New York anymore, "they OWN the bars!". His favourite pastime outside investment banking is "drinking ginger martinis at the Gansevoort Hotel". You know what you can do with that, England. GINGER MARTINIS. INVESTMENT BANKING.

With you all the way on this one, Jigga

You see me drinking Mo you know they do got Cristal.

Crazy visions

Yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
Now now, all you- all you dye, is this shit right here
Boom! And this, yaknowhatI'msayin? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond I'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real

Corey Woods

MVRemix: What’s the difference between Raekwon and Corey Woods?

Raekwon: Corey Woods is just a political gentleman. Raekwon is a rapper, an iced-on, motherfuckin’ entrepreneur gangsta with the ego of six Chinese live niggas from Tokyo, Japan. Like one of those niggas in Black Rain. When you sit down and disrespect me you gotta chop your own finger off to get my love back.

Irish Independent on point

For years now, Leinster have resembled a 'trophy' girlfriend. Dripping with jewellery and designer clothes, they looked great on your arm but, on important social occasions, embarrassed you with witless conversation and an inability to grasp the subtleties of charades.

By comparison, Munster have been less easy on the eye but were well-grounded, popular with your mates and good in the kitchen. Marriage material.

On a note

Many happy returns to the Gearys, who celebrated another F Paul anniversary just yesterday, and to Duganovic.

Triple Chron

Drico had Nickatina on the iPod throughout the whole dinner. Refused to eat the chicken maryland. Just kept rolling these monster blunts and blowing the smoke in Dallaglio's wife's face, just smiling away. Shaggy very nice to everyone, doing card tricks and all. They lost Darce in the tunnel after the game. O'Gara flew out to Tampa. O'Connell was still fighting English fans in the stand this morning.

It's important to be nice, but it's nicer to be important

Ask not what you can do for the streets; rather ask what the streets can do for you.

That there may be a job in the city

The deepest crates reside in the dome, and the hottest track of our age was uncovered in just one such warehouse a few weeks ago by a Dun-dog evidently operating at maximum dig. Wishing I Was Lucky is the killer app the game's been waiting for since another young Dubliner discovered the Easy Lover 12 inch w/ Phil Collins "sublime drum programming" in a thrift shop next to Rhythm Division on the Roman Road, back in the days of UK garage. Dunners, your community salutes you. IRA! IRA!

MANUFACTURING INDUSTRY

When you wear a suit, you want that style to be matched by the sounds in your ears. The office is all around you. For this reason I'm starting a new "record" label, called MANUFACTURING INDUSTRY. Anything that sounds made for wine-bar and/or cocaine, especially white and neo-soul, is what we'll release. Inspiration should come from the Level 42 of Looking out for Linda more than the Level 42 of Children Say. Bear in mind, "Staring at the Sun" was written entirely in Ireland

The foulest date in the calendar

Represent, Deaf Conor! "All it takes is mad empty bags of weed!"

Raise a toast to my metal friends

The desired outcome is a 62,000-mile (99,779 km) tether that robotic lifters – powered by laser beams from Earth – can climb, ferrying cargo, satellites and eventually people into space.

Peace to the gods and the earths

Word is bond.
Peace also to Oscar White and the first Parkinson seed. Imagine: a 37th chamber.

Hold your head

Study your mathematics.

The Knife -- Heartbeats

The Knife are Official Cardinal Rule Street Certified. Even in the Benz would I bump them, the Benz, even, half a mile above the Strawberry Beds, the black helicopters hung like a swarm of lazy bees over the bay.

Tony's people

Is Cappadonna part of Theodore Unit?

TW: Of course, Cappa is the illest.

ID: Shows, freestyle in the hood, Cappa is the illest. Cappa will do a show for you by himself.

TW: He'd DJ it out, dance it out and all that. He's animated, man.

ID: He already won an award already, straight up and down.

How did he become part of this group?

TW: He was already Wu-Tang, but he was Ghost's man. If you see Ironman, you see Ghost, Raekwon, and Cappa holding the Wallies on the front cover. He knew what was real, and he ran with the real.

ID: When you feel the rage, you got to go that way, fuck it. He's a live nigga. Cappa do it by his self. J Bird, we love you nigga, it's real.

I think that's all the questions I got.

TW: Put It on the Line album is in stores now!

TDG: 30,000 units have sold already right now! Put It on the Line!

ID: And I STILL live in the projects, nigga! That's how real it is!

TDG: It's war in the East right now.

TW: Yo Tom, keep doing your thing, man, and showing support!

TDG: Tom with the megabomb!

ID: Shout out to Stapleton, Port Richmond, the harbor! Cottonville, I don't give a fuck, West Brighton!

TDG: Village Voice, wack music or rap music, it's your choice! And we out!

DPG

Daz and Kurupt are putting shine on the whole scene at the moment.

Today's levels:
South Los Angeles: 10
LBC: 10
Steve Staunton: (N/A)

A triumph

It's not the place to look for meaningful lyrics: the MCs seem primarily concerned with the subject of women's arses amid the scrappy breakbeats, claxon synthesisers and helium vocals. In fact, British listeners of a certain age may find that B-more gutter reminds them of 1991-era rave music. Anyone who felt the first Prodigy album would have been improved by getting someone to shout about bums over every song should investigate immediately.