Give Ger a call, he’s the only man fit for purpose.
Ger has already made it clear he doesn’t like men getting intensely physical with each other. His inter-county career is over.
He’ll go down as a Dublin great.
This is the sort of shite I was referring to earlier Sid. You’re better than this. Or you used to be.
I’ve been decline as a poster since 2010, or so they say. And proud of it.
Yerra you’re a shooting shhtaar shidney.
I exclusively revealed earlier on this thread that the Kerry team are staying in Dunboyne Castle Hotel tonight. The staff were making last arrangements when I was using their spa facilities this morning. It’s nice to get away overnight with the boys and get a few treatments.
Yes, but they stayed in the Grand Hotel in Malahide between 1975 and 1985. Get with the programme.
Oh right. Carry on.
7:45am bus up from Galway tomorrow.
I don’t have a ticket. Didn’t bother with the Parnell pass, which I’ve had for the last five years, this year, and other avenues have turned up nothing. This is the first time this has happened to me when Dublin have played in a final, and it doesn’t feel very nice.
The Gresham from 10:15am on, so. It’s going to be a long fooking day tomorrow. And I’m having trouble sleeping. Better try and type out another post about the Kerry card school to make me fall asleep.
I got assaulted in D2 tonight for telling a Kerry man his blazer looked like something Paddington Bear would wear. Luckily The Border Bull was behind me.
What did he do mate? did he ruffle your perfectly coiffed hair? Did you fall to the ground clutching your face in agony?
He grabbed me by the cuff of my shirt, it was quickly diffused.
The Border Bull always seems to be pulling you out of rows.
The shirt probably disintegrated when grabbed.
eek, why would the Dancing Baby be going to mass in Dunboyne?
I loved Seamus Moynihan’s line on Caul Pollins’s radio show there. “You could have been a mass murderer and you’d have been allowed into Kerry training. Eamonn has changed that.”
Indeed he has.
I was having a bit of a nap there a few minutes ago while listening to the radio on the bus and opened my eyes to see some chap standing up on the corridor selling a ticket to a girl from Kerry. Ffs. Ticket sourcing never sleeps is right.