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.
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Dublin,
leprechaun,
molly malone,
street sculpture
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Not just a gobshite but a thundering gobshite!
ReplyDeleteIt 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. :)
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ReplyDeleteFair 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.