Beware the ides of March,,,as King Lear once said to Macbeth,,,(what is an 'ide' anyway when it's at home - no smart answers from fans of George Bernard Shaw, please) Were they at the beginning or the end of the month, does anyone remember? Oh, who cares - I certainly donâ€™t. I always hated The Canterbury Tales, actually.
Well, Mister Manwe, with that admonition in mind, and because I have 10 minutes left to kill here at work, El Staighre would like to append his name to the lenghty tally of "failte romhat aris's" which have been winging their way from said website to you, this Mid-Spring eve. I don't know you from Madam Bovary either, and come to think of it, your username sounds like you might be foreign, in which case, forget it â€“ ye come over here, take our jobs, take our men, take our parking spaces at Nutgrove, it makes me sick, frankly - but unlike the ungracious, abusive and lets-face-it slightly malevolent responses of the last few posters, I personally will gladly meet you anytime for a few drinks to help you re-acclimatize yourself. To readjust yourself to life in this parochial backwater on Europes Western seaboard. And help reaffirm your faith in the humanity of Gaireans. Forget those other time-wasters. I'm ready. Just say when. (I am of slim build, have a very large endowment, sun bleached hair, turquoise eyes and lilac-y coloured lips. Great GSOH. Fiscally sound. An itchy flaky scalp. Spent time inside. Basic French. Once saw Esther Rantzen coming out of a branch of Sainsburys with 2 baguettes and a potted nasturtium. Collect loose chippings. Member of Young Fine Gael. Text me, yeah?)
Oh there's Mammy outside the window. She's beeping the horn. I'd better go,,,,