They’d rip you off left right and centre … you’d end up paying the local mayor to stay in your own house … you’d be sitting down to watch the Sunday game and the electricity would go because Fabio down the road has tapped into it… them and the Spaniards are born tricksters … they’d ate up a lad like you, there’d be no residents association to bring your complaints to neither …
Cork hurling manager/coach Kieran Kingston was in Barry’s on St. Patricks day with a bunch of mates. Drinking pints of Heineken and (no doubt) had bets on a few nags.
I see Donnacha O’Callaghan a fair bit. He must have one of his children down in Nemo too. Always wearing shorts, cc @Thomas_Brady.
Years ago when we used be over in Bologna commissioning machinery, when things would get a bit heated the boss man would climb onto the boardroom table and start pontificating from up there. We’d be trying to keep a straight face and the poor translator wouldn’t know what to say.
Sure you’d lads there building towers to pontificate from back in the day. A beautiful city. Full of ultra high end empty fashion shops, and a Saturday market that is rammed that wouldn’t look out of place in Rochdale.
I’d just finished my afternoon “effort run” and was walking along past the entrance to Killester DART station when I spotted Dublin’s multiple All Ireland winning captain Stephen Cluxton heading towards me on foot.
He was wearing those shrunners favoured in the technical area by the likes of Guardiola, Arteta and Lampard, dark blue jeans and a hooded navy zip up top.
As we passed on opposite sides of the path, I did that thing where you tilt your head slightly towards the other person (maybe no more than 18-25 degrees) in the hope of making eye contact and sharing a friendly nod. Cluxton ignored my non-amorous advance, continued staring intently straight ahead and made his way into the DART station.
Locke, what are the regulations around spotting ex GAA managers and players at GAA matches this weekend? I’ve a feeling you’ll have your hands fairly full