This would make her even worse. And there would be a bang of sea and wet togs off the van.
If she leaves the harp in the van unattended it will be robbed.
Maybe I should try this myself. I could park my campervan in the office carpark and share a big Irish fry-up with my co-workers who are arriving to work early. At 8:55am I would just slip on my suit and tie and walk in the door. After work I could just step out to my van again and roast a few marshmallows and play on my guitar. When I need a wash myself I could drive the ocean. The sea would be my bath and the wind would be my hairdryer. The money that I saved in rent I could invest in a pension fund.
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If you’re not on the property ladder by now it’s the only left to you really.
what manner of Neanderthal workplace do you have that doesnt have showers for active commuters?
Damien Dempsey
I’d say this is one manky smelly fucker…
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Was watching it earlier. Rank I’d say.
He looks like an advertisement for gout*
*I shouldn’t joke about gout. Apparently it’s hereditary and my father, two uncles and grandfather all got it. The auld lad gets it the worst but is quite disciplined in what he eats and drinks to keep it at bay
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I was diagnosed with gout mistakenly when it was the first sign of haemochromatosis. You should keep an eye on yourself.
You’ll either have to pull back from the supermacs now, or get as much of it into you as you can while you can, I’m not quite sure which.
A lad I know was diagnosed with haemochromatosis recently.
I was able to chat away to him about it, it being common in Ireland and I’d know a few lads (on the Internet*) who had it.
- I didn’t say the words in parentheses out loud
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Going go all in until next year mate 
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I’ve both… Both hereditary… Gout is an absolute cunt… On a tablet a day for years to keep it at bay…
Allopurinol?
I was on that shit, actually made it worse.
Was working in Tralee and got a really bad dose in my ankle, went to a local GP, got an injection in my hip, was drinking G&Ts in The Brogue two hours later (it was Rose week).
Didn’t get an attack since, bar the odd twinge in the toe.
Never experienced pain like it, you’d be gone grey with it.
The father ended up having to go to hospital in Wexford one year when we were on holidays down there. It would take a lot for him to have to go to a hospital (the only other time I remember him going to in my childhood, he’d been stabbed).
Think he’s on some tablet alright daily and it’s improved things but he used to get it fucking desperate. He’d rarely go for red meat, red wine or porter. He says the whiskey gives it no bother though 
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