Getting that on my gravestone. I’m shocked to hear your ‘old doll’ only slept with 27 men. With that kind of number, she’d still probably qualify to get into the nuns. My Conor got very upset when he discovered he had 17 less conquests (his words) than me.
I said ‘the only way we’re going to get through this is for you to catch up as quickly as possible’. He said fair enough and booked a weekend in Kinsale.
Not really, considering where you live. It’s hard when an elderly parents lives in a posh gaff. My mother only has to cough and I’m thinking ‘beach-front penthouse in Marbella’. Look on the bright side, at least your mother lives in a posh part of Douglas. My friend’s mother only lives in Wilton. She said, ‘Mam’ (that’s what they call their mother), ‘we need you to trade down to somewhere else on the southside’. The mother said, ‘that’s impossible love, there’s nowhere below Wilton, not even Turners Cross.’ It’s heartbreaking for the whole family.
Wha? I asked my estate agent friend where is the best place around Cork for a barely-literate gouger desperate to show off his new-found wealth (no offence.) She said he’d be a perfect fit for Glounthaune. I said I thought Glounthaune was posh these days. She said it’s mainly refugees from Ballyvolane with a knack for social climbing. I said, do you tell that to first time-buyers? She said, no. I said why. She said, ‘I’m an estate agent, I tend to blush when I tell the truth.’
You’re only saying what we are all thinking. I know a lot of people are disappointed around Ireland this week. My nephew thought he had died and gone to heaven last weekend. And then he woke up on Monday morning and found he was still living in Macroom. He told me it was excruciating. I said you should try and deal with a dull-as-Dunmanway German who thinks he’s a comedian. (It’s no joke.) (No offence.)
You need to be very careful what you say in Google. I always say to people, whenever you are online, imagine there is someone looking over your shoulder, gently stroking your hair with his strong, tanned Italian hands. Anyway, enough about my second favourite fantasy. (The lawyers won’t let me tell you what comes first.)