Understandably enough you’re starting to worry. You’re sure you’ve tried every possible avenue; the lad at work from the club in Mayo, the brother’s girlfriend’s cousin who cleans the windows in Ken’s sports shop, the PP, the curate – you’ve got cold feet halfway up the Bishop’s driveway.
You’ve severed relations with the young one [...]
August 26, 2009 | Posted in
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Stone the flamin’ crows – Ricky Nixon and his mates have got the GAA spewin’.
Blind Freddie can see Gaelic football could be in more strife than Ned Kelly after those no-good mongrels from the footy are hot to trot to find the next little ripper they can coax into shooting through Down Under to make [...]
August 9, 2009 | Posted in
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The thick and fast procession of championship games the qualifier system ensures mightn’t suit everyone. Club players are booking then cancelling holidays with reckless disregard for the hanging threat of the divorce courts.
August 2, 2009 | Posted in
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