Youâre just looking for someone to share your cynicism and jealousy, though youâre probably as aware as I am that sharing your jealousy is a strange turn of phase
The season of goodwill is well and truly upon us.
Itâs been a rollercoaster ride for Mr.Jackson, from his exploits in Pulpfiction to flytipping in fucking Castledawson⌠Be a bit like Messi togging out for Longford Town in Flancare ParkâŚ
I see. Youâve no issues with bill Murray gathering crabs in dungarvan or somewhere but once it comes to a humble village in South derry youâre quite the postcode snob.
Not at all. I was mildly curious (as one tends to be) with the remarkable attention to detail in âthe spotâ
In the early hours we were able to describe in great detail the apparel SLJ was attired in down to the fabric of the suit (may have been hidden by overcoat) and other sartorial matters.
On the plus side youâve extracted a âwouldâveâ from the adjudicator and hopefully that placates you for the time being. I think said adjudicator has taken the merciful approach and for the sake of his sanity given you the nod.
Weâre I in the seat you can imagine the reaction but Iâm much too reserved to lower the blade and tell you where to go with the two word dismissal.
I did give it a rest when I didnât point out that the only seat he ever really belonged in was the one reserved for dunces.
And Castledawson is very well lit, everyone knows that.