I was out canvassing for Yes the other night and knocked on the local deacon’s door. He’d left his laptop in the kitchen and from the front door I could see in the distance there was porn playing on it.
I said to him, I’ll leave you to it, Deacon Blue Movie.
Last night I was out doing door to door canvassing in Kiltimagh for #repealthe8th with my 5 year old son, Aodhan. At every single house we went do the women who answered the door whispered to me that they’d be voting yes but we’re afraid to say so out loud because their husbands would beat them.
The final house we came to was the local rapist. He told me he would probably vote No because it might give him a chance with Maria Steen. “But you raped and impregnated your niece and sent her off to Manchester for an abortion! Get out of my body!” shouted Aodhan. I’ve never been more proud.
Went to the market this morning and had my calamari ruined by the self righteous crowd with their Yes bibs on them. Appalled to see that the one that I used to buy the good jam from wearing a yes bib. She can keep her jam the ditzy mare. I told her so as well, except I was a bit more diplomatic than I would be on here.