Audrey has been sorting out Cork people for ages.
Poor Leo can’t win. Unless he’s up against Simon Coveney. (Ouch, but there you have it.) I see after he made the deposit comment, Leo was accused of ‘flashing his posh boy credentials’. They obviously do things differently in Dublin. If you want to flash credentias on Leeside, just say “Are you seriously telling me there’s a place called Neptune Stadium.”
I know what it’s like to have a neighbour obsessed with food. Jerry from number 47 knocked on the door yesterday and asked if I’d like to see his gherkin. I said, small bit of a pickle Jerry. He said don’t judge the size until you take a look. I still don’t know if we were talking about an actual gherkin.
I was until I read your email. I’m with your old doll on this (and very little else considering she lives in Blackpool.) Micro-cheating is the slippery slope. I ended up having an affair with a Munster squad player last year, after innocently calling to his house at 11pm with two bottles of champagne and a set of furry hand-cuffs. You just never know where these things will end up.
Sorry for your troubles. I’m afraid that Kenmare means ‘Couldn’t Afford Crookhaven’ in certain circles. (I hear there are solid doubts in the RCYC about any area that can produce both Francis Brennan and the Healy-Raes. ) Anyway, you need to keep up to date, Reggie. Iceland has reinvented itself – it’s as popular in Posh Douglas as standing in the queue for KC’s chipper roaring “Wouldn’t hockey followed by an afternoon’s sailing give you a fierce appetite, all the same, Orla.”
Aren’t you easily pleased? I have this friend who moved to Ballincollig after she failed to get a promotion. I asked her what one thing has improved the most out there. She said the smell disappeared when they they built the bypass. I said, no more traffic from Kerry? She said, don’t forget Macroom.