I think you must be mistaken. There were only a few dozen junkies in Dublin when we started the 'War on Drugs' thirty years ago, so I'm sure there are none there at all now. We've spent billions on it so yes, surely there isn't a drug to be had anywhere on the island. Money well spent in my book
I already have too much money. Besides, that's a young man's game. I wonder would they give me back money? I'm sure I have a collection of ears here someplace
The tappet is only good if the cam shaft can keep a steady pounding. So many buckle under the pressure these days. You need a well oiled valve to really get in there. And when I say valve, I mean intake, not exhaust. I don't understand people who mix those up
Iraq is offering a dead or alive bounty on al Qaeda and ISIS members - €15,000 per head. It's the first dead or alive bounty in quite a number of years by a State.
There will be some motley crews assembled to go after the Qaeda and no doubt a few innocents will be cashed in dead... after being tortured. Remember Jack Idema & Co?
There's nothing wrong with a nice wooly sock to keep your extremeties warm now and then. I wouldn't want them around all the time though. When I relax in the evening the socks had better be out in the utility room and not thinking they're getting on the sofa with me.
A regular change of socks is a good thing. No point in keeping old socks that are all baggy and saggy. In fact, why do we needs socks at all? A sock is just societies way of telling you that sandals aren't good enough, that all the freedom will be bad for you.
A lot of guys nowadays are relising they don't need socks. The socks don't like it very much.
You might have a winner there Maddog. There's a back door there out onto Poolbeg St. You're home at that stage. There used to be a pub on the corner of Store Street and Frenchman's Lane that you could get under the bridge through. It brought you out in the back yards of a few shops there on Talbot Street. The auld Pot Black was a good back door to go in through
How can a man walk from the College of Commerce to South Mall after the hours of darkness and before midnight without getting asked 'are ya doin' business luv' by a dodgy lookin bird. And don't say 'wear a police uniform'.
Seriously, there is a way but I've forgotten how just now. I'll get out Google Earth tomorrow night and figure it out. It requires going in the back door (open to public) to a pub and going out the front door. That's a pretty big hint.
At first I couldn't believe they were from Cyaaaavan because they said nothing about pawkets, lurries or having to take mammie to see Gene Stuart but then I spied Cyaavan town hall. Oh bejaysis says I they're cawdies alright. I'd say the O'Hanlon fella is some relation of the O'Hanlon's of Anglo-Celt fame. Maybe a son of Totsie's? And the Walsh fella must be a son of Ducksies?
Devastating, but it could have been worse. This reminds me of the case of John George Haigh who conned but also killed. Conmen and women are extremely dangerous. I think their victims often believe that within each human being there is a spark of goodness. There isn't. There is a small percentage of people who look like us, act like us but who are utterly evil right to their core. And they are often extremely charming
I know. And now they're starting on the house and water. That's the State for ya, it just grows and grows like yeast, gobbling up more and more money to create more and more State agencies, boards, inquiries and all that. And people keep crying out for more. More laws, more regulations, more inspecitons..... ffs, who do they think is paying for it?
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I think you must be mistaken. There were only a few dozen junkies in Dublin when we started the 'War on Drugs' thirty years ago, so I'm sure there are none there at all now. We've spent billions on it so yes, surely there isn't a drug to be had anywhere on the island. Money well spent in my book