Shoe Magnet

What is a shoe magnet? How does it work? What does it do? Who is it for?

Enough with your infernal questions! Watch this illuminating video to find all the answers you're looking for.

Colin Chadwick and I made this video in collaboration with our pals from DreamGun - Messers Heber Hanly and James McDonnell. https://www.youtube.com/user/dreamgunandsons

A Walk Among The Tombstones review by The Netflix Kid

originally written for Headstuff.org by Kid Netflix, as told to Giles Brody

A Walk Among The Tombstones stars Liam Neeson who has thrilled audiences the world over by kicking the shit out of a load of lads in the Taken films. As a studious fan of Neeson’s work in The A-Team, Non-Stop, The Grey and those three films only, I had a certain level of expectation for the amount of murderlizing from the man the people of Ireland have affectionately nicknamed “The Big Fella” and “Lanky Brando”.

The film starts with Neeson playing a drunk NYPD detective who shoots up three lads who rudely interrupt his bourbon breakfast by robbing the pub, killing them all in the process. The screen time : murder ratio starts off strong. Unfortunately this is followed by ages where there’s no murders at all. Then there’s bits where it seems like there’s going to be a murder and then something else happens instead. Instead of murdering some lads, finding an address on a scrap of paper, visiting that address and murdering the lads that live there, the film is full of Neeson chasing up clues. He doesn’t use a blowtorch or the blunt end of a fire extinguisher, instead he uses charm and wit to uncover clues, which is alright but could have used some kickboxing.

There’s a young fella he befriends who Neeson takes under his wing but instead of teaching him how to be the best at killing he teaches him about the basics of being a private eye and a bond is created throughout the film which is nice but it eats into valuable killing time.

So the plot involves some serial killers (finally!) abducting drug dealers’ spouses for ransom and then killing them anyway in ways so gruesome they don’t fully show it to you so you have to use your imagination which turned out to be even worse because that place is like a haunted funfair. An AA acquaintance (or AAAA) asks Neeson to help out his brother whose wife has been taken by the mad lads. A critic at the press screening I was at who kicked my chair whenever I checked my phone said it was lovely to see Neeson back playing an everyman out of his depth and not a killer robot with a Liam Neeson exterior.

Fuckface also bollocked on about how the themes of second chances and redemption are prevalent throughout the film, and Neeson’s character’s innate sense of empathy draws out affecting performances from his co-stars. The film’s script by director and screenwriting legend Scott Frank (Out Of Sight, Get Shorty, Minority Report) is lean with a slow, considered pace – every exchange matters to furthering the plot but Frank does this without skimping on the humanity of the characters. I suppose in the end it’s all right but if it’s murders you’re after at the hand of Liam Neeson you might have to wait until Expendables 4.

Top Five Fun Film Facts: The Matrix

The first in a new series of exhaustively researched film trivia infotainment from myself and fellow cinephile Heber Hanly.

Lad Lane

(originally written for Headstuff)

Colin Chadwick & Giles Brody

Lad Lane is a podcast sitcom/soap/descent into madness from comedians Giles Brody and Colin Chadwick.
                                           
Concerned with the increasingly erratic behaviour of his neighbours; Colin Chadwick starts to secretly record his encounters with the inhabitants of Lad Lane.

The audio equivalent of found footage, episodes take the form of voicemails, failed broadcasts and covert recordings. Ranging from 7 to 62 minutes, they feature Chadwick’s interactions with Lad Lane’s eccentric inhabitants. To protect their identities faces have been blurred and surnames omitted.





NAME: “Noona”.
OCCUPATION: Entrepreneur, evil genius and Colin’s landlady.
LIKES: Accusing her tenants of criminality, spreading baseless rumours, scheming with her husband Judas, matchmaking for her daughter Anne.
DISLIKES: Colin, Colin’s penchant for burgers, messing, messers.
QUOTE: “Spot check!”





NAME: “Pierce”
OCCUPATION: Actor, satellite member of heavy metal band Spoony Lips
LIKES: His new flat mate and Spoony Lips frontman Gary who is totally amazing.
DISLIKES: Anyone who has anything bad to say about Gary.
QUOTE: “Gary’s riffs come to him in dreams, you know.”





NAME: “Gary”
OCCUPATION: Spoony Lips frontman, aspiring filmmaker, boards.ie moderator. LIKES: Total creative control, Pierce’s ATM card, cruel pranks.
DISLIKES: Haters, people who don’t get his sense of humour, Pierce’s growing sense of independence.
QUOTE: “Shut up Pierce.”



NAME: “Anne”
OCCUPATION: Burger Bar employee, formerly the Health Board.
LIKES: Her twice-daily five-minute cigarette breaks.
DISLIKES: Working for her mother Noona, being set up by Noona, Noona.
QUOTE: “Welcome to the Burger Bar, please help me.”






NAME: “Keith”
OCCUPATION: Self proclaimed dog and political dog expert.
LIKES: Everyone, everything, dogs, his car home.
DISLIKES: The lack of room to stretch in said car home.
QUOTE: “I personally know the new dog comptroller for Ennis.”



NAME: “Duncan”
OCCUPATION: Omnipotent environmentally friendly house computer. Part Duncan Stewart, part HAL from 2001: A Space Odyssey
LIKES: Making bread, being environmentally friendly.
DISLIKES: Insolence which is punishable by death.
QUOTE: “Cutting off all oxygen….. now.”




NAME: “Judas”
OCCUPATION: Lowly ranked police officer/station custodian.
LIKES: Getting his man, keeping punks off the street, his darling wife Noona and his so-so daughter Anne, hunting the Loch Ness monster.
DISLIKES: Doing things by the book, the Garda Ombudsman, punks.
QUOTE: “Please don’t tell on me.”



NAME: “Old Ned”
OCCUPATION: Menace, petty thief.
LIKES: Scaring children.
DISLIKES: Comeuppance, steamrollers.
QUOTE: “Ahhhhhh!”


Season 1 of Lad Lane is now available on iTunes and Soundcloud with Season 2 coming soon!

Facebook: www.facebook.com/LadLaneComedy
Twitter: @colinchadwick, @gilesbrody

An urgent appeal to abstinence education group "Pure In Heart" to visit Portlaoise Prison

To whom it concerns,

My name is Henry Proter. I'm an associate of Mr. Tom Colgan who works with the chaplain's service in Portlaoise. The staff here is committed to providing a comfortable, safe environment in which inmates can reflect on their crimes while learning new skills. It is hoped that these new skills will help the inmates to make a positive contribution to society upon their release. As in all walks of life there are a few bad apples who don't "get" it. A friend recommended your service. He said you specialized in teaching abstinence in schools so maybe ye've a few tricks up your sleeves to help myself and Tom out.

 

These "problem prisoners" (a.k.a. "The Bad Apple Gang", a.k.a. "The Fuck You Five" as they're known to the "screws" here) are all located in the maximum security hanger in the prisons basement known as "Alcatraz". Alcatraz consists of five glass boxes where prisoners with a history of anti-social behaviour are kept from the greater prison populace. They get exercise but they're in those glass boxes for upwards of 22 hours a day so they can get a bit cranky. The room itself is very impressive and whenever Governor Willie Connolly is giving a tour he traditionally ends it in Alcatraz. 

Usually when Governor Connolly pops down on his own the detainees of Alcatraz are are nice as pie. However in recent months, whenever Governor Connolly has brought down a guest, the Bad Apple Gang see this as a cue to start going "at themselves". What started out as a barely tolerated bit of fun has quickly escalated into an extremely distressing situation for the governor. His impromptu tours to special guests has always provided an important fundraising opportunity. It's doubtful that anyone would find the sight of five dangerous criminals in glass cubicles performing onerous activities in unison to be impressive enough to warrant a financial contribution, contributions which are urgently needed for both facilities AND amenities.  I know that your traditional remit may be schools but any assistance you could offer us would be enormously appreciated.


Many thanks,

yours etc.

Henry Porter.

The Shed Beat: Galway City

http://www.galwaybayfm.ie/component/k2/item/4223-mayor-describes-unused-city-shed-as-den-of-anti-social-behaviour

This story was brought to my attention by gentleman newshound Eoin Shaughnessy https://twitter.com/BobtheBollox  who had this to say about the original broadcast in an email:

Wish there was audio of this morning's news. He repeated the word 'shed' at least six times. "The shed is a matter of some concern." "This shed which used to a horse shed". "Yesterday evening when I went down to the shed..." etc.

Trying to imagine what he saw that so appalled him. A pantsless couple in one corner listlessly making the beast with two Abercrombied backs...a hunger-bloated urchin of indeterminate gender sipping from a bottle of turps and lying prone beside a pile of excrement at which a shivering old skeletal dog anxiously laps...all illuminated by a bare, flickering, moth-bedecked lightbulb to a soundtrack of Gimme Shelter.

I did some further digging online and found this article I made up:

"Drugged Up Sex Shed Must Shed Sex And Drugs Image If It's To Remain A Shed" Says Mayor Conneelly
Mayor Conneelly, who has been dubbed by locals as "Mayor Shed" or "The Shed Mayor", today issued an ultimatum to the controversial shed on Rahoon Road: rehabilitation or damnation. When asked for a statement the shed, which is comprised of 24 x 9 inch cavity blocks and around 15-20 x 4 inch solid blocks, made no comment.

A photograph taken by Gardai from inside the infamous shed.


When man fights shed nobody wins. Perhaps the council could employ some shed wardens to monitor these sheds and eject those who fail to adhere to proper shed etiquette. If the council can't shell out for shed wardens perhaps benevolent citizens could step in to fill the role. If seven people gave up just twenty-four hours of their week, once a week for every week, then we could all hang around in abandoned sheds in city centres in the middle of the afternoon unencumbered by judgement and unhindered by sexy drugs.

Early Happy Chinese New Year

Hey now. I wrote a story that appeared in a book for charity. That is to say that the proceeds of the book went to charity, and NOT that my being included was an act of charity. The charity in question is AWARE and they do great work for people with depression. 

http://www.aware.ie/
I've posted my tiny contribution below.


Santa’s Borrowed Suit
by Giles Brody

Santa came to our house on Christmas Eve looking for his suit. Daddy told me he had borrowed the suit for his work social. I was worried that Daddy would forget to return the suit and that Santa would be forced to go around the world delivering presents to the boys and girls with only his beard to keep him warm. This worried me.

On the days before Christmas Day I kept looking in Mammy and Daddy’s room and every day Santa’s suit would still be there hanging in a wrinkly heap in a bag on the back of the door. What was Daddy playing at? Did he want Santa to catch a cold? Did he care about all the boys and girls in the world getting their presents? Maybe he’s jealous because Santa doesn’t give him presents anymore.

I remember asking Daddy when Santa stopped coming to him. He said Santa stopped when he was twelve. I asked why? Daddy said it was something to do with letting the younger children enjoy Christmas but I think it’s because Daddy was bold and Santa put him on his naughty list. But then why would Santa loan him his suit for the work social?

That and a lot more questions were buzzing around my brain as I tried to go to sleep on Christmas Eve. Mummy and Daddy had gone to the pub to meet the neighbours. It was a tradition and it meant that none of the parents would disturb Santa while he was delivering presents. I didn’t want to disturb Santa either, but I did want to see him so I hid behind the sofa with a few stuffed bears for company and my blue rug in case it got cold. At midnight there was not no sound of hooves but there was a tap tap tap on the window followed a smashing sound. A minute later Santa had climbed in through our window and was standing in our living room.

I knew Daddy had his suit so I knew Santa wouldn’t look like he did in pictures. I didn’t expect him to be wearing a black tracksuit and a black wooly hat. He was fat but not Santa fat and his beard was black with flecks of white. Aha, I thought. Clearly snow from the North Pole.

Santa had a lamp on his head and was picking up our television when I walked into the living room.
“Santa, your suit isn’t under the telly silly. It’s in a bag in Mammy and Daddy’s room.”
Santa froze, hoping I didn’t see him. He looked pale and his lips were trembling. I’d realized then that I’d given him a big fright so I said sorry.
“I didn’t mean to scare you Santa.”
“Santa?” Santa said.
“You don’t look like Santa but that’s because Daddy has your suit in a bag. When you put it on you get fat and your beard will turn white”.

Santa shook his head slowly and smiled.

“I’ll go and get your costume from Mammy and Daddy’s room. While I’m gone you should eat some of the treats we left out to help fatten you up.”

Santa nodded. He wasn’t jolly like the Santa in the shopping center. He must have been tired from travelling all round the world. By the time I’d returned with his costume, Santa was trying to climb back out the window.

“Santa, don’t go!”

The sash on the window came down and bumped Santa on the head. I ran over to see if he was alright.
“Santa, there’s red coming from your head!”
Santa nodded and made a shhh gesture. He thought Mammy and Daddy were in the house and he mustn’t have wanted to disturb them. He really was the nicest man in the world!

Santa said he’d dress himself in his suit on so long as I stayed quiet. He wobbled about as he put it on over his black tracksuit. I asked him lots of questions about the North Pole. He said he’d answer them so long as I was quiet. Sometimes for fun I’d start off asking a question very quietly and then YELL AT THE END. It gave Santa such a fright.

A few minutes later, Mammy and Daddy returned from the pub. Daddy was so happy to see Santa that he gave him a big hug into the wall. Santa fell on the ground and must have hurt his head because the next thing I knew, Daddy was sitting on Santa’s head and calling for help on his phone. Daddy told Mammy to bring me to bed. “Goodnight Santa!” I said sleepily as Mammy picked me up and brought me upstairs. “I’m glad you got your suit back!”

Special thanks to the Liberties Press and Carol Tobin.