Ask Audrey has been sorting out Cork people for years
I turned on C103 there to see what you mean. There was a fella singing that he missed his home in sweet old Sligo. Where is he living that he misses Sligo? The Gobi Dessert? Or Charleville?
The bad news, to answer your question, is that you probably won’t like jazz. The good news is there isn’t that much of it at the jazz festival.
Unless you include four fellas in straw hats roaring out ‘Mustang Sally’ in a crowded pub. No one said it was New Orleans.
Don’t get me started. My posh aunt in Sunday’s Well had a similar problem when her daughter married a poet. His prospects were worse than your chances of finding a clean toilet in Tramore. My aunt begged them to let her pay for her grandson’s education in Christians, but Shakespeare wasn’t having any of it.
He said nothing could change his mind. My aunt said not even a Volvo? He wrote a poem in reply — ‘My mother-in-law is from Sunday’s Well, I’ve a new Volvo, ye can all go to hell.’ He reckons he would have won the Nobel Prize for Literature if it wasn’t for Bob Dylan.
I’ve a grandaunt like that. She’s suing her dentist. You won’t be able to find any staff to work in Dublin.
The only place for rent in the entire city is the back of a 1997 Opel Astra, at 14 grand a month.
The Government brought in a help-to-buy scheme in the budget, which has since been renamed Help-Developers-To-Put-Their-Kids-Through-College. The upshot is your staff will have to live in Co Meath.
That’s like Alcatraz, but without the views. By all means brings your offices to Cork, but please don’t move here yourself. I’d be allergic, with two Ls.
I heard half the restaurant did on Saturday night — your dress is the talk of Ballinlough. Google told me the most popular search term in posh Cork this winter is ‘Norrie-proof ski resorts.’ St Moritz is very expensive and popular with rich Russians. Let’s just say your new boobs might look like something you got in Dealz. My posh cousin was there last year.
She said the Russians were such social climbers, she thought they must have been from Glanmire.
You bring a new meaning to the word septic. My guess is nothing will be open by the time you get here. It seems like the whole country is going on strike.
The guards and the teachers have already booked time off next month, presumably so they can meet up in Rearden’s for a shift. They’ve always been very close.
I would go on strike myself, but I need the money to pay legal fees because I’ve been sued again by the town of Kanturk. (I was only messing!)


