Brilliant 
Nice spot. Up there with North Clontarf
He has a lovely personality
I canât take that boot seriously. She tells us she knows what women want then she goes home and chomps on Johnnyâs fat sweaty mickey.
I have never heard of her in my life. Was he married to someone else?
Iâve grown to despise young people. Uncouth young people.
I went out for a walk for about an hour tonight (I like walking) and my route took me through Galway city centre at about 11pm. On a Monday night you might expect it to be quiet, but no.
The first sign something was up was when I was walking up Shop Street outside Easons and took my eye off the ground for a few moments to make a sarcastic, disapproving face, meant to portray an air of condescension and ridicule (of the sort that Tim routinely made at Gareth in The Office), at some very drunk girls passing the other way (as if they would be sober enough to comprehend my expression).
Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a pint glass smashing. It was me, who had fallen into the trap of accidentally knocking over the glass, which had clearly been strategically placed in the middle of the street, as I walked.
There was more broken glass up ahead, but that wasnât stopping two girls from walking in bare feet on the street in close vicinity.
I saw a girl pick her nose and eat what sheâd scooped out with her varnished fingernail like youâd eat one of those KP Choc Dips things they used to have years ago, or how you might scoop some ice cream out of a 99 cone with the flake.
Up ahead towards Eyre Square there were at least two or three thousand young people massing on the streets, trying to get into various nightclubs. The boys appeared to be mostly dressed in cheap suits, for some reason, and were communicating mostly by grunting. Many of the girls didnât appear to be dressed at all.
These people made a pdc darts crowd look like a MENSA gathering.
There were bottles lying everywhere. A car drove over a bottle of Buckfast on Eglinton Street. Another car drove over a bottle of vodka.
As I made my way out of the city centre more groups of very drunk young people appeared like groups of rats.
As I passed the cathedral there was a group of girls drinking bottles of vodka at a lampost, propped up against metal railings. One of the girls was sitting on the wet ground, straddling the lampost with her legs like a pole dancer. She then collapsed flat onto the ground on her back.
For several years after I left college Iâd have been envious of this type of carry on.
Now I just actively despise these people. I am now, officially, a middle aged curmudgeon.
Tomorrow, I take out a subscription to the Daily Mail.
Itâs probably a good thing you donât live in America Sid, what with the easy access to firearms and everything, I could see you doing a mass shooting some time.
Student day at the Galway races I believe.
I went through that transition a few years ago Sid. Pure envy to downright disgust.
Thatâs what all those drunk chicks are reading.
I started hating students as soon as I left college. I despise the cunts now.
Some day a rains gonna come
Welcome to the real world @Sidney . All you need to do is spend less time on the keyboard now.
I believe youâre confusing me with Jools Holland.
Didnât Bill Hicks write something along these lines - and Tool as well? They canât all be wrong.
Pfft, Bill Hicks was a hack.
The filthy 150 - a competition for all S&C/Crossfit shams in industrial units to grunt off against each other in the National Basketball Arena.
I believe @caoimhaoin was special guest judge.
Fuck. Sake.