Not a fucking chance mate.
Clear and decisive. This appointment might just work after all.
You Could work out well here afterall
There’s no could, pal.
The people have spoken.
Conor McGregor driving a Porsche Cayenne towards Howth this morning.
Not a spot.
Conor McGregor is not a spot?
Games gone man, games gone.
That’s the most astute move I’ve ever witnessed here.
Danny ‘the yank’ culloty famous for being a man mountain in the cork midfield in two all ireland victories and being an american.
I spotted Danny in the queue in Hickeys centra in Rathmore where he was picking up a coffee from the machine. A flat white maybe. He is still in good nick and had a jovial chat with the man alongside him about the poor weather
I spotted Roy Keane in Baggot Street yesterday at about 2:15. Not sure if he was doing any media work at the FAI cup final yesterday, but I’ll let the lads decide on it anyway.
Ted Walsh about 5 minutes ago in J14 queuing at the Supermac’s counter. He was in the company of ex-trainer and now bloodstock agent, Andy Geraghty.
Depends on the poster. Fire away mate.
Who: Gareth Brady, star of the iconic Euro 2016 photograph alongside his brother Robbie and Robbie’s girlfriend, Kerrie.
When: Last Tuesday, 31 October at 1910
Where: The Peninsula, Fingal
Wearing: A grey hoodie and smart pants
Manner: cordial, bordering in jovial
Gareth was kind enough to furnish my children with bags of candied treats as a reward for their guising endeavours on All Hallows’ Eve. The masqueraders had cleverly presented themselves as a coven of witches, a guise so successful that Gareth had little hesitation in furnishing each with a pre-prepared bag of sweet confection.
We all want to meet our heroes. Receiving gifts from one surpassed my wildest dreams.
Not a spot mate.