It’s a dream come true, for your neighbours in Greenmount.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but Crosshaven is about as classy as eating Ferrero Rocher in the back of a Ford Capri. The real yachting crowd would sooner be caught getting off a bus in Turners Cross than viewing a house in Crosser. I asked my Posh Cousin to sum up the problem with that part of the world in one word.
She said Carrigaline.
Well at least you won’t have to buy a mask. Anyway, I asked my Posh Cousin. (Very busy this week.) She said you’re in luck because it’s Halloween.
I said why. She said, if you want to blend in around Cork this weekend, just dress as a 45-year- old woman squeezed into a Wonder Woman Costume.
I said what’s scary about that?
She said, everything.
– Dowcha Donie, Blackpool, I do be
regarding myself as an aficionado.
I do be imagining you trying to pronounce it.
Ana Fisheee naaaaah dough-ah? Like you, I love this time of year. Nothing beats being forced to drink Guinness all night while sitting next to a luvly, luvly couple from Leeds who say, “I’m right upset they won’t play When the Saints go Marching In, that’s our favourite, isn’t that right Clive?”
I asked my jazz purist nephew what he thinks of the festival. He said there are pockets of good stuff if you are willing to travel around. I said, where.
He said, Berlin. Cheeky.
– Claire, Montenotte, some mornings I wake up and fly to Brazil. Seriously. Brazil.
Such a shame you keep coming back. Don’t ask me why north Cork people are so fond of saying “You know that kind of a way.”
I dated a Newmarket guy once as part of an anthropology experiment in UCC.
he only thing he used more than “you know that kind of a way” was an industrial strength breath freshener. (It was like kissing silage, do you know that kind of a way?)
– Monica, Rochestown Road, we have a completely unhindered sea view.
Congratulations. I’d love to be able to see the mudflats of Mahon from my place.
I’m almost certain there would be objections if you brought that food. From Antoinette. And it’s not worth losing your nail lady.
When I see a foreigner working hard, I can’t stop admiring them, via binoculars in the case of my Italian plumber, until he got the court order. (Fabulous hands.)