Was driving home last night and Gilroy read out a message from a listener (at least I think it was, it may have been his own musing) to the effect of: if Ireland win on Saturday it’ll be like Giants Stadium on steroids.
Would you ever fuck off. It’s a fucking friendly. I was absolutely seething and turned off the radio immediately. I’m still angry about it.
Like a spoilt child refusing to accept he lost a game. His reporting today was shameful(the bits I heard anyway). All pretence of objectivity was dropped.
Bewildered condecescion was the order of the day. He was incredulous at how people could make such a decision, you could hear the catch in his breath as described when he realised Trump would win.
Still in complete denial as to how out of touch with the real world he and his liberatti have become, he was struggling to understand how it was even possible that anyone could not want Hillary as their leader.
It’s the longest I’ve ever been able to stomach the cunt in the evening it was so enjoyable. You could almost taste his tears over the airwaves and they were delicious