I am cold
Posted on | December 17, 2007 | 23 Comments
Stupid winter is really here now. I may emigrate to somewhere warmer. Like Donabate.
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Posted on | December 17, 2007 | 23 Comments
Stupid winter is really here now. I may emigrate to somewhere warmer. Like Donabate.
23 Responses to “I am cold”
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December 17th, 2007 @ 3:18 pm
feck off, I don’t want the loiks of youse winding me up
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:23 pm
Donabate gibbers in the night for Satan’s bulbous mickey
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:26 pm
I live in Donabate; across the road from the train station and beside the church (I’m a 6 a.m. mass person don’t you know) it’s ok – except for the single mother with 3 screaming kids next door – knacker.
2 aer lingus hostesses on the other side get home at about 2 a.m. on the weekends and screaming/singing “Brass in Pocket” and “It’s raining men”
It’s a wonderful life……jaysus
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:43 pm
One year (the seventies) I went on holiday to donabate. Five kids jammed into the back of an aul ford classic and drove and drove for what seemed like hours ( with interminable scraps in the back of the car)to spend two weeks on holidays in donabate. the sad thing was that we lived in clondalkin(now less than half an hour without traffic). Simpler days indeed. although the summers did seem long and hot
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:44 pm
“2 aer lingus hostesses on the other side”
Why exactly are you called itchybollix?
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:45 pm
i don’t even know where donabate is.
it sounds pretty exotic though : air hostesses, a train , a church.
What else could you ever need?
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:48 pm
One day on the way home from work, the train caught fire and we all had to bail out at Donabate. Spent an hour on the platform. Christ, I wish I’d burned to death!
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:56 pm
Whats the difference between an egg and a wank
You can beat an egg but you cant beat a wank.
December 17th, 2007 @ 4:25 pm
Ah, Donabate’s alright. Grand spot.
Emmm… fanny.
December 17th, 2007 @ 4:28 pm
Jack McMad, where were you going to? Gormanston? Lusk? Drogheda?
Must have been nightmarish for you alright.
Flaps.
December 17th, 2007 @ 4:50 pm
Dublin mincer, you should go to Waterford, proper winter there…well at least there’s plenty of snow.
December 17th, 2007 @ 4:55 pm
…Yeah but its damp….
December 17th, 2007 @ 5:13 pm
Ah but for the real tropical experience you’ve got to go further south. December in Bray with the coconut harvest in full swing. Palms gently dancing in the balmy evening breeze. Out on the veranda, panama hat cocked back, sipping a piña colada, listening to the cicadas sing the sun to sleep while the crystal Irish Sea softly laps upon the pebbles and the echo of steel drums hangs in the air.
One of the native beauties passes by and your eyes briefly meet. That gaze, so enchanting, so alluring. Chaste but as the same time with that come-hither twinkle. She parts her sweet lips to speak to you and you lean forward to listen, poised in anticipation of the dulcet voice that must surely issue forth from such a rosebud mouth. And she says:
“What da fuck are yous lookin’ at, ya cheeky bollix!”
Oh happy times.
December 17th, 2007 @ 5:15 pm
and you will get you so cold you can never warm up again.
December 17th, 2007 @ 5:50 pm
Most evocative, Lung.
December 17th, 2007 @ 5:54 pm
You’d die out there twenty,doesn’t even have a chipper,I ask ya,what sort of a kip doesn’t even have a chipper.
December 17th, 2007 @ 6:29 pm
i have a duplex balcony to rent in the flood plains of swords if your thinking of migrating…
750 a month, will take welfare which i suspect will be your next question, sexual favours a must, take a ticket…someone who gives a fuck will call you when it suits…
December 17th, 2007 @ 8:55 pm
That’s fucking beautiful, LTY. Fair brought a tear to me eye.
December 17th, 2007 @ 9:10 pm
No posts for the 15th and 16th Twenty?
Lazy Bastard…
December 17th, 2007 @ 10:40 pm
Weekend, you cunt.
December 17th, 2007 @ 11:31 pm
That taxi driver was Bill Cullen in disguise trying to sell you coke, ye big thick.
December 17th, 2007 @ 11:34 pm
Oops, wrong post. And yes, you are cold. And heartless.
December 18th, 2007 @ 8:59 am
There are worse places to go than Donabate. I thought at first you were going to fly south to somewhere warm and exotic. Like Cork or Kerry..