I wanted to vent my frustration that no game was on tv* but Roy has captured it perfectlyâŚ
*i wouldnât have watched the games if they were on tv as the offering is utter scutter.
I wanted to vent my frustration that no game was on tv* but Roy has captured it perfectlyâŚ
*i wouldnât have watched the games if they were on tv as the offering is utter scutter.
Roy is in touch with the people on the ground. Thats the difference. Thereâs serious anger out there.
I had a phonecall from a distressed aunt this evening whoâs hurling mad husband is in an awful way over tomorrowâs Tipp v Clare fiasco on GAAGO. This rural couple dont do laptops or Internet or any of that stuff.
I was actually given the use of a GAAGO login today for around 20 minutes as a sort of TEST Case to see what it was like before deciding whether to purchase it or not. Anyway the broadband here is simply not good enough and it kept buffering so that will be that regarding GAAGO for me.
GAA hasnât a clue what it stands for anymoreâŚ
In one way there is but another, more serious way thereâs disillusionment which is turning to apathy and meh.
Once you get the apathy thatâs when youâre in real trouble.
+1.
Iâm sitting here with a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, a glass of red wine & a cup of tea but I simply wonât be arsed turning on the telly for The Saturday Game at 9.30pm.
Thereâs a Saturday Game? Iâm mildly impressed. I had presumed there wouldnât be highlights until tomorrow.
Still, I couldnât be bothered watching it either.
Prick
Elon Musk could save the GAA
FFS.
Gobshite
The great man in reflective mood today. https://twitter.com/RoyCurtis68/status/1657838369295020034?t=7G-yhfuGg06CNv4pDKy33w&s=19
Wanker
I nearly missed this classic from yesterday
An ode to a cathedral, reading it youâd nearly think youâre in the cathedral itself
Underrated post
Wanker
A tweet bristling with magic .
Your hate would melt once within the warm embrace of a proper cathedral mate. Itâs eating you up inside.
Tbf he is a wanker
A true tabernacle for thirsty pilgrims
Spirits to slake their spirit