09:00
1936 BORN: Robert Redford, aka Charles Robert Redford, Jr., US actor, founder of Sundance Film Festival, starring in Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid (1969) and Jeremiah Johnson (1972)
13:42
GUEST CALLER: It's not the price of drink, it's Irish culture. Have you ever been out at twelve midnight on a Friday night? Madness. The whole country. Drunk.
16:00
Guy decides to pull his piece of shit car up on the narrow footpath across the road, hop out and make a quick call to a house on Church Hill. Not too social but he's got nowhere to put the thing if he wants to pop in.
Before he has time to even cut the engine, an older guy with very bad skin which looks like leprosy more than acne, wearing a peaked sailor's cap and a dodgy moustache with child-porn-downloading tinted glasses, walks between the wall and the car and summarily snaps the wing mirror off the driver's door as he's going past. Because, I guess, he feels like it's his footpath and he can do what he likes if he's annoyed enough.
He's heavy and ugly and alcoholic looking. The driver is a bit skinny and although I haven't seen him at it, the tracksuit denotes "scumbag". He gets out and begins to remonstrate, naturally enough. Splotchy-skin runs into the pub. He returns a moment later to the street with a jolly fat man and a bewildered youngster in tow who come out to moral-support him while the victim of this victimless crime turns the car around to go.
Fucking afternoon ferocity. I have no sympathy for the skank in the car either but as according to the scales of natural justice, the fatso with the crappy skin didn't have to wreck his wing mirror on him.
16:00
The Taoiseach says the liebunal of enquiry has no right to ask him about his anoraks, communion money, blondes, curtains, shopping bags or the contents of any flat caps passed around under the table at dinner.
18:09
Hundreds of parents taking out barring orders against their adult children.
22:22
Why can't I live in the Netherlands. Or France? I could have conquests in different countries then. I can't get me hole here to save me life. I could go to Oiceland.
Good looking woman looking for grate time with cincire and that is a dentleman
And not the one on Thomas street, I mean. You'd only meet a single mudder in a tracksuit getting dinner in out of the fridge in that Iceland.
22:44
The divorcées are all stuck in a time warp. Their brandy glass bodies bow.
1936 BORN: Robert Redford, aka Charles Robert Redford, Jr., US actor, founder of Sundance Film Festival, starring in Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid (1969) and Jeremiah Johnson (1972)
13:42
GUEST CALLER: It's not the price of drink, it's Irish culture. Have you ever been out at twelve midnight on a Friday night? Madness. The whole country. Drunk.
16:00
Guy decides to pull his piece of shit car up on the narrow footpath across the road, hop out and make a quick call to a house on Church Hill. Not too social but he's got nowhere to put the thing if he wants to pop in.
Before he has time to even cut the engine, an older guy with very bad skin which looks like leprosy more than acne, wearing a peaked sailor's cap and a dodgy moustache with child-porn-downloading tinted glasses, walks between the wall and the car and summarily snaps the wing mirror off the driver's door as he's going past. Because, I guess, he feels like it's his footpath and he can do what he likes if he's annoyed enough.
He's heavy and ugly and alcoholic looking. The driver is a bit skinny and although I haven't seen him at it, the tracksuit denotes "scumbag". He gets out and begins to remonstrate, naturally enough. Splotchy-skin runs into the pub. He returns a moment later to the street with a jolly fat man and a bewildered youngster in tow who come out to moral-support him while the victim of this victimless crime turns the car around to go.
Fucking afternoon ferocity. I have no sympathy for the skank in the car either but as according to the scales of natural justice, the fatso with the crappy skin didn't have to wreck his wing mirror on him.
16:00
The Taoiseach says the liebunal of enquiry has no right to ask him about his anoraks, communion money, blondes, curtains, shopping bags or the contents of any flat caps passed around under the table at dinner.
18:09
Hundreds of parents taking out barring orders against their adult children.
22:22
Why can't I live in the Netherlands. Or France? I could have conquests in different countries then. I can't get me hole here to save me life. I could go to Oiceland.
Good looking woman looking for grate time with cincire and that is a dentleman
And not the one on Thomas street, I mean. You'd only meet a single mudder in a tracksuit getting dinner in out of the fridge in that Iceland.
22:44
The divorcées are all stuck in a time warp. Their brandy glass bodies bow.
