I asked the Posh Cousin if there’s anything to be said for having a friend in Dublin. She said you’ll have somewhere to stay when you go to see a musical in the Bord Gais. I said, I’d be morto. She said, just turning up at their door? I said, no, people knowing I went to see a musical. #Common.
Congratulations. I rang my therapist friend there and said, what’s a good way to bring sisters together. She said, the reading of a will.
My brother’s wife is from Madrid, totally out of his league. I said to her, if a good looking rich Irish guy started coming on to you, how would you feel? She said, with my hands. #Shameless
Look at you stealing my lines. I tackle this in my new podcast, I Scored with a Norry on the Rebound, She Wants Me to Meet Her Old Man for a Game of Darts. Get back to me if that doesn’t put you off.
There’s already more than enough feelers among the estate agent community. (Trust me – I’ve been at their annual ball.) Sorry now, but there is no way I’m to help a newcomer to the ‘Reviewing Posh Houses in Cork’ game. TheTommy Barker does a perfectly good job of it already, and unlike you, he has his own boobs. (Grand ones they are too.)