The presenter is Roaster of the Year standard 
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Ffs sake
The Two Johnnies have done Trojan work bringing roasterdom back into the mainstream.
Ireland, Ireland Ireland
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Neither would really be proper roasters though funnily enough. Fatter lad a pure townie and the other fella more of ‘sneer’.
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That’s savage stuff altogether
Another overwhelming triumph of @Brimmer_Bradley esque proportions at The 51 carvery counter today, with Chef Trigger being schooled comprehensively by yours truly. To come away with not just lasagne AND chicken curry, but to secure mash, chips & roasties too…it really was a phenomenal result.
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No you wonder you touch cloth so often when out for a run.
Chapeau
Got a couple of tickets for The Saw Doctor in Limerick in August.The shouldering contests will be off the hook
I think you’ve been had.
They’re giving some insight into Donegal today
How so?
Top notch levels of roasterdom in the capital today. I went between Connolly and Heuston and young lads and women wearing county colours and/or bootcut jeans, brown boots, Volvo/Scania gilets. One proper young roaster eating a burger and garlic chip at 10:30 in morning at Heuston 
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My favourite shot from last nights camera reel
It doesn’t do him justice. Cigarette wedged at the side of the mouth, tallish fella but not a pick of fat, haggard from long hours on the Valtra. Swilling pints of warm lager all night.
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These festivals generate some amount of plastic waste with all the plastic pints. No wonder the world is drowning in a sea of plastic
This quote says it all really about the post above. Every post after it is like being Darren Ferguson.
I recently took a small family holiday in Kerry. The change in weather a couple of weekends ago necessitated a trip to the Aquadome rather than the beach.
The Aquadome is an interesting spot; a mix of muldoon tourists like yours truly, local towny types, travellers and everything in between. On this occasion, another demographic could be added to the mix, the bachelor farmer.
I had just finished getting togged out for the pool and had was depositing my baggage in one of the lockers when a pungent stench started wafting through the changing area. I looked around and two yards away there was a ill kempt looking male of late 40s, early 50s vintage. The smell of cow shite off the fucker was nose curling, to say the least, and I say that as someone who would be fairly used to it. I guess I was caught off guard given the situation.
He proceeded to not use a changing cubicle and strip off to the boxers in the aisle outside the changing rooms and left his shite strewn stitches of clothing in a grocery bag and into the locker. He didn’t seem to have a pair of togs as he just walked off for what was presumably his monthly wash, revealing a builders arse given the waistband on his boxers seemed to be giving up the ghost.
A quick glimpse down at the feet would suggest that the toenails hadn’t been cut since Christmas.
I hope he enjoyed his swim.
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Jesus
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Imagine the dingleberries on his arse!
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