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Over the almost seven(!!) year history of this thing (Oh! he's going to get nostalgic, duck! or chicken, whichever poultry reference is going to get you to burrow down, hopefully out of harm's way, from whatever potentially vile trip down memory lane, from Merrion Square out to Dún Laoighaire in the back of a cab, watching the harbour slip past until Rosmeen Gardens, stopping at the Peace Garden for a particularly disgusting reverie about flowers and fountains and all sorts of pretty things. Is he mad? Is he gone off again after having gotten into the "special tea"? Oh, cor no, he hasn't gone and fallen in Love or anything? Dreadful, so. But he's gone off now, down another on of this fits of memory, reminding us to things we've a mind to forget, weren't present for in the first place, or he's just made up, and is hoping to pass off now as lore, like the time he'd have us believe he saved Niall Quinn's life with a SaneMagazine issue and a toilet bowl brush. This poor poor character, always a sucker for historicality and hobby horses.), we've a great many things go on.
Some of which involved the production of this magazine's weekly (sometimes not so, but you know how it goes), quite a bit of it produced a great volume of writing otherwise, including a book.
Well now we've something else.
The SaneMagazine Screensaver.
For saving (saneing, ha!) your screen, with more gob from the lads at SaneMagazine.
disclaimer:
We'll also be bringing along, in two weeks, t-shirts.
Because we love you.
And we also want you to spend your every waking moment thinking of SaneMagazine. Mmm hmm.
See? When we're quiet it generally means we're working on something for you. Or sleeping. On of the two.
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