Fakey delivers his recession sermon in some style on this post, and pretty much says all that needs to be said. I actually watched Prime Times expose on devious border running the other night and had similar thoughts. I’m a ‘no comment kinda guy when it comes to politics, but I’m heavy on the opinion when it comes to dickwads; And those that drive to Newry to pack the SUV with nappies and shitty wine are dickwads of the highest order.
“Well factoring in the price of pet-o-ral, and the fact that we literally have to stuff the boot full of shite we don’t need in order to make a decent saving, I don’t see anything wrong with paying our dues to the Queen - And you never know, the 6 for 2 deal I got on Marmite was a real bargain. The kids are dying to get it in to them”
Fakeys points are on the sterling. Our quality of life is now so high, irregardless of whatever financial meltdown that’s going on, that there isn’t a denim jacket or a heat saving mustache in sight. The boat to Holyhead isn’t filled with songs of dancing at the crossroads or games of stolen tongue tennis over a milk churn like it used to be. Yes, the government don't really have money, but most of us thankfully, still do.
So don’t be afraid to spend it. Locally. But maybe not in Spar.
Anyway, this post came to me as I stood in the Q for the dole the other day and felt slightly ramshackle looking compared to the suited and booted types that joined me. It was my first time doing it in many years, but I came prepared. I simply rang two of my other best friends (Oliver and Westy) and asked them what they brought when they signed on the day before.
As Prince once said “you sexy motherfu...”
Oh actually think it was ‘Sign O’ the Times’
7 comments:
depends on whether you want to be fucked in the ass by the UK chain stores here or there. The real question is where you buy shit here, not where you buy it there. A small retail unit in Liffey Valley costs 75k a year, so every time you buy a mars bar in that newsagent, a chunk of the margin lines the developers pocket.
Developer, Builder, Supplier, Shopkeeper, Customer.. it's a viscous cycle. Just like the Raleigh Chopper that maimed a good friend of mines 'particulars' back in the 80's.
Great to know Coiney isn't one of your best friends on the dole...you cut me deep man...real deep
Totally forgot Coiny.. You still turning tricks in the Information Town?
Proves eveything I've ever said about the Orish Daily Mail.
It's a truly excellent read.
Nice one Fakey!! Maybe try the correct post next time?
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