Seeing that talking shop that Mary McAleese started didn’t turn up a single good idea, I propose to tap into the initiative and creativity of the tfk posters to see if we can come up with a plausible plan for a new business.
I’ll start off with two.
A topcoat with pockets big enough to hold an IPad so that men wouldn’t be reduced to toting ridiculous manbags.
Horse racing merchandise. Go to Leopardstown dressed in the colours of your favourite nag. And vintage horse racing merchandise. Go to the Derby in the colours of Shergar. Watch the grand national in the pub in your Red Rum shirt.
A wooden spoon/stiring implement that you can wind up, attach to the side of a saucepan and runs around the rim like a little train keeping the liquid in the pot stirring while you go off and do other gay stuff.
Cheltenham have copped onto this already. They sell scarves in the colours of Kauto Star, Denman, Long Run, Big Bucks and have t-shirts / hoodies with the colours too. Would have been a great idea during the boom years when all sorts of eejits went horse racing but us toffs prefer to wear our normal clothes these days. You’d still sell stuff like this at the Galway races, the Friday of Punchestown or Stephens Day in Leopardstown though. It would stop the gimps dressing up in suits they only wear once a year. Kinda like the Xmas jumper brigade if you know what I mean.
You calling people gimps for only wearing a suit once a year yet you are more than happy to eat pancakes on Pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and abstain from meat on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday like the sheep you are
Quote me up the post where I said I only eat pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and Fish on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday as per your original claims or else kindly fuck off and antagonise someone else today you utter utter cunt of a man.
There are only two kinds of people in this world, sharks and sheep - Sharks are winners, and they don’t look back because they have no necks. Necks are for sheep. You are a sheep
So you’ve made baseless false allegations you can’t back up. That’s par for course with you alright. Thought you’d at least be man enough to admit you were wrong but you can’t even do that. Come back to me when you’ve developed a back bone.
