Ask Audrey has been sorting out Cork people for years
My main hope is that you’ll stay below in Crookhaven Reggie, so I don’t have to bump in to you around Cork. I’ve looked across all the weather websites. They all say we are looking at 16C and dreary, even the dodgy-looking sites which suggest I might like to meet a young Russian lady in my area. It looks like the only hope is to take a sunshine flight out of Cork Airport. Of course that mightn’t be an option for you Reggie, because they let all sorts fly these days. You might end up sitting next to a plumber. Imagine!
Maybe stop off in Macroom on the way up. I read somewhere once that the locals there are just Kerry men with shoes. Bit a vom just came up in my mouth there by the way, at the thought of you and the missus getting jiggy with it in some hotel. It’s bad enough that Kerry people insist on breeding. But the thought of them actually doing it on Leeside is enough to push me over the edge. When you finally manage to drag yourself out of bed, you’ll find loads of cultural events around Cork. And by culture, we don’t mean putting a goat up on a piece of scaffolding and drinking your head off for three days. Or as you probably call it, Puck Fair.
I think the last one was in 1953. There should be another one along any minute, according to politicians in the run-up to the next election. Sorry, Oliver, the Irish rail system is designed on the basis that everyone wants to go to Dublin. (That’s a small city on the east coast that has been overrun by hipsters.) You could go to Galway via Portarlington, but that could go badly wrong if you suffered any delays. Seriously, you have no idea how small a book can be until you pick up a copy of Things to Do in Portarlington. Your best bet is a three-hour bus journey to Galway. Unless you end up next to a woman who can’t stop talking about how her eldest fella Jerry is going great guns on the sites out in Dubai. That three hours could end up feeling like three days.
As ideas go Ken, it’s up there with a knife-throwing competition on board a hot-aired balloon. The Norries will tell you they are the real Cork people. Not that you’ll be able to understand them. You’ll spend most of your time saying, “Sorry man, could you like repeat that, all I heard there was that Donie got a fit of the gawks.” The southside is good if you don’t mind being asked 40 times a day where you went to school. (We like to know if we should look down on you or ask for a loan.) Your best bet is West Cork. They are well used to naive airheads like yourself moving in to the area. No offence, obviously.
I’m afraid not Pepe. Irish people signal interest in each other by a form of conversation called slagging. Slagging has been designated as a form of cruel and unusual torture by the UN, but we still carry on with it here as we can’t think of anything else. I appreciate this must be particularly hard for an Italian man like yourself, as ye like to profess undying love to a girl, while also trying to get off with her sister. Sorry about that now.
It’s bad enough that Kerry people insist on breeding. But the thought of them actually doing it on Leeside is enough to push me over the edge










