If I wasn’t so fond of the Miggledy fella, I’d consider launching a bid for President meself. Looking at some of the loolas going for it this year, I reckon…
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Gaz Talk
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Davy was in the driveway when I walked past his house on me way to the shop to get me messages. He had the boot of the car open and…
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Have ye noticed all these fancy barbers that have popped up all over the place? Ye know, the places were ye can go in and play pool and drink fancy…
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Dublin Local Matters
Gaz: The post World Cup blues have set in but Les Bleus have Davy speaking sense
Well, that’s the World Cup over now for another four years – four and a half actually because it’s going to a country that’s as hot as Hell but the…
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As soon as I saw Davy, I let a roar at him. “Wha’ in the name of Jaysus are you wearing, sunshine?” I says to him, loudly enough that a few…
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The brother was coming back from London for a few weeks. He’s done well for himself since he went over there but he’s always been a bit tight. One of…
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“You’d have to feel sorry for the poor German lad,” I says to Davy when I met him on Sunday afternoon. We’d normally meet up on a Saturday evening but…