‘He also wants to spend some time replying to the thousands of people who have written to him in the last four months. He has three containers full of letters from people who wanted to send their best wishes.
“I have maybe 2,000 to 3,000 letters and cards. The support on the ground was extraordinary. I don’t think that was reflected as much as it could have been elsewhere but on the ground and from the real people it was knockout, I won’t forget it.”
And
‘ When I signed the contract last week, I got in the back of a taxi and I got two messages from my daughters and I just started to cry. You know, it just sums it all up. I realised that what I was doing this all for was for them and for my family. I wanted them to know that there were these awful things that happened but that I came to this new land for a new opportunity with people who have been so respectful and so welcoming and so warm and so appreciative, who don’t care about any of what happened.’
For all his lick arseing there, he’d crawl over broken glass to be the Big Dog back in RTE again.
Missing out on The Toy Show next week will eat him up. He’ll still jump in there to make himself relevant, no doubt. ‘Enjoy Patrick, I know The Toy Show is in good hands. Just make it all about the wonderful, talented children of our great globe and carry them on a magical journey’ or some other flowery nonsense.
You have to begrudgingly respect how far he’s leaning into his smug cunt image. That senior hurling line has single-handedly reignited my dislike for the weasel.
I presume an instagram post just as the opening sequence rolls of him in his special toy show pjs watching with a tear in his eye as a fire glows in the background and a heap of sweets to keep his energy levels up?
The very best of luck to Tubs on the move to the big leagues over on the Mainland. You can just see him lighting up London in the same sort of way that @Tassotti has.
