A BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF THE POINTLESSNESS OF THE COLD FUSION FLASK AND THE EVER INCREASING AND DANGEROUS SPORT THAT IS IT'S INCEPTION.
"Does it work" he said.
"No" she replied as she poured the tea.
A QUICK LOOK AT YOUNG LOVE, THE BUTTERFLY IN THE STOMACH BRIGADE, THAT MIRACLE THAT ONLY COMES DURING THE FIRST FEW MEETINGS WITH THE NEWLY ACQUIRED OBJECT OF YOUR DESIRE.
She rushed up to met him, holding his right hand lightly she arched her back, reached up to kiss him and said, "How are you".
"Grand" he replied.
A FLEETING GLANCE AT THE DUBLIN SUBURBS, THE LOCAL LIFE AND THE PEOPLE WHO DOMICILE IN THE HOUSES OUT THERE.
"Are you going for a pint".
"Eh right, okay".
A TOPIC NOT TO DWELL ON, FOR FEAR THAT IT MIGHT OFFEND THE VEGETARIANS AMONG US, THAT VERY SPECIAL DAY THAT IS CHRISTMAS.
"Can I get a dog for Christmas mammy" the little boy enquired.
"No" she said "We'll get a turkey like every other year".
A SHORT GUIDE TO SOME VERY HELPFUL PHRASES THAT YOU COULD GET BY IN ANY PUB IN IRELAND IF YOU HAPPEN TO END UP SITTING BESIDE THE RESIDENT DRUNK, ALL OF WHICH MUST BE ASKED IN AN INQUISITIVE TONE.
"Go away out of that".
"No way".
"Your not serious".
"Do you fancy another".
"Do you know where Podgers dog was shot".
"Do you know where Sam has the land".
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