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Dat was de time ya stole me Da’s car. ‘member? Fair play. Fair play man. How aisy the […]
My words are smoother than the essential oils the Taoiseach last week had his parliamentary assistant rub into […]
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Big Graham lived in a tree for a while. That was the story, well that was one of […]
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He stood there, not knowing what to say to people he had met once before, about six months […]
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Dialling a place we had never been to, an entity we didn’t know. It hurt to bend down, […]
