The little fella has finally gone to sleep.
My young fella just ran himself into the ground on the school cross country on ground that would have a race meeting cancelled. Came 18th. I’m proud fit to burst.
This George Caulkin piece with Jack Charlton:
Im not going to give that no 10
Happy to give that a no.10. Loved the cross country in my school days.
I’d to take the hosepipe to him on the doorstep.
Why did you whip him, nowt wrong with a top 20 finish.
I was driving him to the car.
Four Transition Year students in work today. They were sitting near me having been given case files to read to pass the time. Four females I might add.
One exclaims “Ooh, cool! The IRA!
Cooool…”
The IRA are cool amongst Dublin teenagers. The PR & Commercial Operations Unit have earned their corn this year.
The 'ra were always cool amongst teenagers, they usually grow out of it though.
‘Cool’ is a word that has great staying power.
It’ll always be be cool.
fuck off flango
Oi oi
The hot water bottle in bed to greet a 3am arrival when staying over in my Ma’s
Class