What is that shïtty stone that every 'grand' house in rural Ireland is built of in order to ensure that they all look like somewhere one would house the criminally insane?
Oh, and if we're doing the 'My family seat's bigger than yours' thing, here's my motherfûcking castle, bitches!
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Rumour actually has it that my grandfather won it in a game of cards. Mind you, he was also supposed to be a teetotaler. And despite not having to, he went off to fight in the second world war, though crucially, it has never been established which side he went off to fight for