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A DUBLIN MAN who stabbed and bit his upstairs neighbour over “incessantly” reciting poetry has been jailed for two and a half years.
John Paul Mulready (40) burst into his neighbour’s flat brandishing a serrated peeling knife after hammering at the door shouting about music being played, Dublin Circuit Criminal Court was told.
The injured party, Dermot Byrne, told gardaí that there was a brief standoff after he picked up a frying pan to defend himself, but then Mulready tackled him to the ground, stabbed him in the leg and bit him on the face.
Byrne, who composes poetry, eventually got rid of the attacker by swinging a large bottle of vodka at him after another neighbour intervened.
Detective Garda Stephen Homan confirmed to Judge Martin Nolan that Mulready admitted he had attacked Dermot Byrne on the night because of “poetry recited incessantly” from upstairs.
Mulready, of Camden Mews, Camden Street, pleaded guilty to aggravated burglary with a knife at Haddington Road, Dublin, on September 4, 2015.
He has 116 previous convictions, including drugs offences, possessing knives, assault and criminal damage.
Wounds
Detective Garda Homan described Dermot Byrne as having significant wounds where he had been bitten on the eye and nose on the night, but added that these have since healed.
He told Elva Duffy BL, prosecuting, that the injured party noticed that his phone had gone missing after the incident. The detective told the court this phone contained Byrne’s poetry.
He agreed with Luigi Rea BL, defending, that Mulready had “made a mess” of his early life between alcohol and drugs but that he looked a lot smarter in court yesterday.
The detective further agreed that Mulready had support in court from a number of people from the New Hope residential drug treatment centre.
Aidan Curran, of New Hope, told Rea that Mulready was now drug and alcohol-free and that life was more positive for him in the four months he had been at the centre.
Rea submitted to Judge Nolan that Mulready had shown a lack of self control because of drink and prescribed medication and reacted in the wrong way when he burst in on Dermot Byrne. He asked the judge to allow his client to continue at the residential treatment centre.
Judge Nolan noted that Mulready had taken great steps to reform himself, but said he had to take into consideration the father-of-three’s serious history of offending. He said that “thankfully” the injuries inflicted on Byrne were minor and he made a full recovery.
He described Mulready’s attack as one of “bad temper and intemperance”, adding that the crime was too serious consider a suspended sentence.
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When he called to the upstairs flat that night,
An argument he tried to pick,
But it turned into a deadly fight,
And he ended up in the nick.
116 previous convictions,
One more now ,
For this infliction.
@Shoot Thepiano: ah jaysus
@Paddy Kavanagh: “bitten on the eye and the nose”. What a scaldybag.
There was a young man called Mulready,
Who spent his days smoking some weedy,
He lunged at a man,
Got a whack of the pan,
And now he’s feeling quite seedy.
Peg Sayers, go on, tell us, it was peg Sayers. No other stuff incites that kind of voilent reaction.
An auld fellow Mulready, John Paul
Had no likening for poetry at all
With a knife and a bite
He vented his spite
In a terribly vicious old brawl
But the poet was also a trier
He grabbed hold of the long handled frier
And with no time to choose
Used a bottle of booze
And with gusto he vented his ire.
@John Mc Donagh:
Brilliant !!
“O vodka-bottle, great-spirited beverage,
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance of steel,
How can we know the biter from the bite?”
We are all going to die;
John Paul is set on this.
Certain, as his blade is sharp,
Of his vitriolic aversion
to verse
Constant noise from up the stairs
Drink made him lose his fears
He couldnt bear the recitation
Going up diddnt help the situation
There was a young man from Dublin.
So what was it? Hours of Rimsky Korsakoff? What loud music do poets listen to?
Dublin man jailed for
Stabbing his neighbour over
Reciting poems
“Tear him for his bad verses. ” Taking Shakespeare literally!
Me neighbour’s a hard auld poetry man
and a bloody good hand with a frying pan
I stabbed him once in the leg, got no fried egg
But a bottle of voddy to the skull
De basrard.
Well, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, is it?
Pair of langers
Stab you I will you smelly poetry reciting shill,
What’s that you say?!
A bang of a frying pan and you will run away!
Have some of that you moan!
The last words he said before being bit and minus a phone..
I was so full of sin
I had to break in
Grabbed me knife
Evil now rife
I asked him why
And bit his eye
Stabbed his knee
Oh dear me
Nicked his phone
Sat listening alone
Waiting for gardai
Vomiting his poetry
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