The Fallon Times is Launched
Well, when you've got to work over the bank holiday weekend, you quickly begin to realise that you're going to be pretty sad and lonely in that flat by yourself in the evenings. To combat this, I set about the task of launching The Fallon Times. The biggest challange, I suppose, is keeping it updated, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. At the moment I'm full of enthusiasm for my little brainchild and nothing's gonna stop this publication from become the most popular thing on the web. (Another advantage of having no one around for the weekend is that there's nobody to tell you to shut up). So anyway, the paper is going to be an alternative look (and sometimes a not-so-alternative look) at the world of politics, news and sport with a bit more thrown in. I'm also open to all you're letters, comments and stuff. A pivotal feature of this paper is going to be the regional round up, so if there's something happening in your area, I want to hear about it. Okay, now I'm starting to ramble. So I'll let you move on and read the rest of the paper.	A Family Enjoying the Irish Summer, Yesterday
Big Brother Was Crap In news just in, sources have revealed that this year's Big Brother was, indeed, crap. The sources, as ever, are a little dubious because they were too tight to fork out for cable, but they are "pretty sure" that it was crap anyway.   Summer is Over Well, after yet another sizzling hot Irish Summer, it's now officially back to dull, wet, depressing weather until next year. The Fallon Times has been getting the views from the people on the street.	Sorcha Ní Brollaí, from Connemara says "I'm actually glad the Summer is gone. Such spectacular sunshine is certainly not becoming of the people of the West". Micko from Ballymun told us "Yeah, y'know, the Summer Yeah. Great Buzz 'n all. Deadly. But I'm gowin owver ta Aiya Napa now wit me mates y'know. Jazus, it's gowna be a deadly buzz I reckon. Rapah!" Ross from Terenure divulged "Oi just think roight, that it's a damn shame that the Summer's gone ya. Cos me and my pals can't gow drinking awl day in the sunshoine. Awl Summer long, ya, we were just lounging round The Moda bor, supping pints of Probs and Heino". Hell, we'll miss that sunshine!