Monday

Sunday 19 November: “Mind yer bleedin' slippers don't ger weh.”

09:00
2002 Pop star Michael Jackson shocks onlookers by dangling his baby over the edge of his hotel balcony to greet well-wishers



09:04
53 violent deaths in Ireland this year so far. Tough as nuts. 
10:10
The reputation of 11th century Spanish hero El Cid was so formidable that, after his death, his embalmed body, mounted on a horse, helped to rout a large force of Saracens who fled the battlefield in fear.
12:46
One of our foreign-born Irishmen says:
I nearly got into a punch-up the other week when some little fecker started calling me brownie and told me to go back to where I belong. I said "No problem, pay for my ticket." That got him off gaurd. As I moved in for the kill, my brother in law stopped me at the pass.
12:59
The former Dublin Assistant City and County Manager, George Redmond, has been found guilty on two counts of corruption.
19:33
“Dekko?”
Wha'?
Help me wi' me necklace?
“Take a hike.”
Ah Dekko. Fuck you. I want to wear ih out to de shops.
“Fucking, you're wearing your new fucking pyjamas?”
I know. Sharon has a pair just like it. We're going down the Centra on O'Connell street.
“In yer bleedin' pyjamas? It's fucking freezin'!”
I know. So wha'? Puh it on.  I've got me Ug boots. I wouldn't ask yew but mammy went out to d Midnight Express for dinner 3 hours ago and she hasn't come back yet. Come on! I have to go before it starts to bleedin' piss rain.
“Are ye wearin' any fucking knickers in yer bleedin' peejays going down the streeh an' all?”
Fuck off. None a your biz ness. Course I am. Me g string.
“Gimme ten blew and I'll do ih.”
Giveus the money and I'll get 'em.
“I've no bleedin' money. I was bleedin' robbed, remember?”
Youse can have one a me Marlboro lights.
“Fucking come here so. (Fixes clasp.) Fuck off and gimme a fag.”
Thanks ye bleedin' bastard.
“Mind yer bleedin' slippers don't ger weh.”
They're not bleedin' slippers you stupid prick. They're UG BOOTS! From Penny's.