Three Monkeys Online

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  • Ljubljana

    Ljubljana is one of Europe's coolest capital cities, famed for its castle, beautiful bridges, vibran
  • Because He’s Worth It

    This morning I was unsure whether I had really heard the phrase. Perhaps I had only imagined it being uttered on last night’s RTE news–such an absurdity seemed more likely to be coined dur
  • Kaczyński Bows out with Class

    No, not really. He is bitter to the end. He is claiming that a judge’s decision to force a couple of PiS-sympathetic journalists to appear in court in a libel case is evidence that the new ruler
  • Jerk that knee Jerk! Cracking down on the Roma

    Over the long weekend, at the start of this month, Gianfranco Fini (the intelligent and increasingly acceptable face of fascism), declared that no-one should ‘exploit’ the murder of Giovan
  • Primo Levi's Suicide

    I stumbled across this fascinating article (thanks to a posting on Chet Raymo’s excellent Science Musings blog. It’s an old article, but was news to this monkey. I had always presumed that
  • Primo Levi’s Suicide

    I stumbled across this fascinating article (thanks to a posting on Chet Raymo’s excellent Science Musings blog. It’s an old article, but was news to this monkey. I had always presumed that
  • Running Up That Hill

    Around 80 pages into Anne Enright’s The Gathering, I remarked to a friend that the experience of reading it with a heavy cold felt as enjoyable as walking up Croagh Patrick barefoot. However, ju
  • Confusion over the Genoa inquest

    In the week that the London Metropolitan Police were found guilty of a series of errors that led to the shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes, members of Italy’s ruling coalition voted against hol
  • Brave Sir Robin

    The prosecutors in Poland’s most highly politicised prosecution service (Warsaw) have had enough. Exclamation mark. They are rebelling. Exclamation mark. Nine or ten of them are resigning over t
  • An Upbeat Evening

    Valiantly overcoming a cold virus that seems to turned half the city’s populace into snivelling wrecks, I dragged my diseased carcass (perhaps the prose style of my current livre de chevet, The