In the late 80s and early 90s, Pat (he of farting through pure silk fame), like many thousands of young Irish men and women, left Ireland to find work in Britain.
Things were tough but what kept them going was the certainty of a wage at the end of the week. And the TV was much [...]
At 11:00 I was having lunch. Tuna in mayonnaise with sweetcorn on brown bread. The bread was home-made by a company that pretends to be a little old lady. The rest was away-made by fish, fowl and farmers.
It was gorgeous. So much so it made me feel guilty. You know. All the starving children. In [...]
I hate them. Estate agents. I never had to use them but I still hate them. They are right up there with slimy politicians, slimy politicians and slimy politicians. I hate the way they are allowed hoodwink the customer and only get a gentle slap on the wrist when caught out by the Advertising Standards [...]
We have all see those ads for properties described as bijou and we think would suit contortionist with growth hormone deficiency. Or we read rustic and think dilapidated shack with outhouse toilet.
Their playing with adjectives is something we’ve all become used to. We can live with that. Maybe not live within what they are selling, [...]
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