This is definitely one for the Posh Cousin. I said, is there any dead give away that will expose a Norry living undercover in Douglas? She said, cleaning your own house. I said, hilaire. She said, there must be a name for that. I said, you mean what do you call a dead common one pretending to be posh? She said, the Duchess of Sussex. #PoshCousinOnFire!
My cousin has his ear to the ground on the real estate scene around town. (He put a listening device in the changing rooms of Cork Golf Club, male and female, #equality.) I said, where could you find a patch of open space in town that won’t be disturbed for the next six months? He said, the site for the Event Centre. #SodTurnersSodOff
He does in his hola. Sorry, but bringing an interpreter would be the biggest waste of time and money since someone said let’s build a city and call it Limerick. That’s unless you want to know the Spanish for ‘I do be after getting a 50.’
They can be very cross. I rear-ended this car on Well Road the other day. Your man was very nice about it, gave me his address, Turners Cross, I said do you know anyone that would clean my gutters, cash in hand, he looked at me as if I was like mental, or from Macroom. #ChillPill
Game of Thrones, short version. People drinking all day and having sex with their relations while a terrifying mob of super-zombies roams the streets looking for trouble. It’s basically Puck Fair but with better clothes.