I watched the rugby on Saturday. I cried like a little boy. I was with my Dad. We have that Irish son and Father kind of ‘howya’ - ‘grand’ kind of relationship. The normal kind. We cried like little boys. My Mom was with us. While the entire pub screamed at the television my Mam came out with all the great one liners like… that man just hurt the other man…. that’s not fair
They say there is a depression in Ireland. I’ve spoke about this before. But sometimes just sometimes people have just had enough. I have. I and you pay our radio telifís eireann fee. And what have the old boys done to cheer up the nation…? To make us stand proud and tall? To give us our Barack Obama moment of hope and glory…? That’s right they gave George Lee alias Mr. Depression his own brand spanking new series… George mate… question number one? Will this programme of yours actually do *anything* for the country…? Me thinks not, horsebox… Me doubts its so very sincerely. I am a very happy chappy George. I’m getting 3 new chickens next week… the last 2 were bad layers Very bad layers in fact. 3 eggs in 4 months. But my niece Lilly [now 5 years of age] liked them… anyhow thats talk for another … There’s more
George Lee. Crazy George Lee. Turns out he’s a fan of Welsh indie acts from the mid-90′s. Particularly the Manic Street Preachers and Catatonia. Seems he has a thing for Cerys Matthews. “Phwoaaarrr” says he, before describing her as “Blondie with bite”. Who’da thunk it eh? Says he’s not to blame for the “R” word but because of it he’s too busy to listen to the Killers. Poor old Georgey boy. But my question is this… Is he human or is he denser?
