Sunday, December 11, 2011

Top o' the Mornin'


She may never have existed, but then neither did he.

While the City Council are attempting to give the city a bit of character with some excellent street sculpture around the place, this cretin is trying to turn it into a Hollywood set.

And he's holding out his hand for money for just standing there and ruining the view.

[Before I'm attacked by the s/he brigade, I am doing the ladies a favour by assuming that it's not one of the fair sex inside that thing.]

Pray God and pass the blood-pressure tablets.


3 comments:

Dáithaí C said...

Not just a gobshite but a thundering gobshite!

Anonymous said...

It just occurred to me ... the thundering gobshite inside might be a recently unemployed Pole, or Romanian, or Nigerian, who hasn't been able to get home. Or even, a recently unemployed Yank. :)

Póló said...

@anonymous

Fair enough, but they would probably do better without the "disguise" and make a more genuine contribution to multi-culturalism, or whatever.

The last thing we need at the moment is a stage-Irish mascot promising a crock of gold at the end of the rainbow.