Ask and you shall receive, not only is it repetitive but it’s fucking rubbish as well
Cringe
The Dubliners tribute was the best Late Late show.
Mudd’r o’ Jays’s.
Awful really awful
If he’d known a few days earlier he might have made a better job of it.
Two pints with a TFKer
Did ya here Gay Byrne died?
I did, about two days before he knew himself.
Sad isn’t it?
Not really, he was 85 and a bit of sanctimonious prick.
Ah he changed the country though.
He did in his fuck.
Jaysus fair enough, what about Liverpool at the weekend, think they’ll do it?
Klopp is a fraud and Liverpool are buying referees the murdering cunts. Their luck will run out.
Eh, ok.
Want another one?
Ah I think I’ll leave you at it altogether
“Throw a bag of crisps all over the table while you are at it.”
Not buying that Sid. He refuses to stand anywhere near him. It’s pathetic carry on and serves to make Gaybo look like an idiot. It’s like he thinks Gerry has boobytrapped his chair.
Haughey talking his way on set unannounced at the end was the best part.
Pack a taytas.
Not buying that Sid. He refuses to stand anywhere near him. It’s pathetic carry on and serves to make Gaybo look like an idiot. It’s like he thinks Gerry has boobytrapped his chair.
I’m inclined to agree with the below
Which is exactly the point here, isn’t it
There’s a great letter published in his “autobiography” written by Deirdre Purcell. It was written by a listener to the radio show which contained a debate about the North.
The writer refers to Gaybo as “an objectionable cunt” and said he expected no better from somebody from “the Rialto ghetto of poppy-wearers and brewery riff-raff”
A master politician.
The writer refers to Gaybo as “an objectionable cunt” and said he expected no better from somebody from “the Rialto ghetto of poppy-wearers and brewery riff-raff”
One thing Gay Byrne could do was go where ever the interview went and not work from a list of prepared questions.
The panel interviews and calibre of guests were good and it was much watch TV in Ireland for a period of time.
He may have been a cunt but was very good at the job he had.
Poor auld gay. Was working on a house on Thormanby Road in Howth for a while and came very close to knocking him down with the car on two occasions. He was a devil for walking on the blind side of bad bends.
So much for road safety.