Captain Crankypants was a man on a mission for many years; an investigative journalist without comparison, he asked the questions that other hacks were too scared to like “where can one find the best jacks?”, and “should we get government subsidies for home brewing?”. In recent times, he has found an outlet for such intellectual bodyblows with the fine Limerick read [Crude] magazine accepting his hastily jotted adventures scribbled on the inside of a milk tray box. Think of him as the Columbo of the pen, the Inspector Morse of the dictaphone, and the Magnum PI of the Limerick social scene. He is also fairly handy around the kitchen. Mail him – captaincpants@gmail.com
