Ah, there you are. Do you think, as I do, that the latest Paul Weller offering is utter shìte?
on a horse yesterday and the bally thing decided to stop for a munch on the grass half way round. Oh well methinks, can't fully predict what animals might do but when I went to reclaim my tenner the scurrilous little weasel behind the glass said "It don't work like that mate" and seemed to think he could just trouser my money.
Even laughed at me when I threatened to involve the local constabulary. You told me this gambling lark was as easy as persuading your mum to take the cock in her mouth
"...the bally thing decided to stop for a munch on the grass"
:hehe:
Was the horse called Sir C ?
The former.
Was never really into his stuff, not my bag, but given that I am in Ireland I would have suffered an enormous over exposure to said work. That bastárd song ‘Take Me to Church’ simply must have been played on the wireless, specifically the Breakfast Show, every day for what seemed like a decade. Then his other songs, gash.
I see him around, small town you see, big lanky string of scruffy píss, but I have kept my opinions to myself.
Wicklow is okay, nice in places and not so nice in other. Bray for example, shíthouse. Wicklow mountains, very nice. I climbed the Sugar Loaf mountain in the summer which is in Wicklow. Highest mountain in Leinster I think. Sat at the top and ate a packet of Tayto. True story.
Climb is probably overstating it. There was a path 75% of the way.