Something to Say
Well I did say things would be rocky for a while. Think, if you will, of Irish KC as a video. Well, for very good reasons I’ve switched from BetaMax to VHS but every time I leave the house I return to find that somebody has put the old Beta tape back in and stuck my VHS tape in the fridge.
Tired and delirious, in a way I only get every four years, I can at least tell you dear faithful reader, that it won’t happen again. I have killed the person who messed with my tapes, and I have eaten their cheese.
As for the very faithful reader who keeps witnessing the message about the radishes, em, well that’s a personal motivational message I use to motivate myself personally - that nobody was supposed to see, ever. If you haven’t seen it, the unremarkable message goes: I don’t care about the radishes, you are not going to work. I have nothing further to say.
Oh except Charles J. Haughey has died. And knowing me, I’ll have something to say.
See also:
• If Irish Wishes Came True
• And it’s Open: Eddie Delahunt’s Cafe &
• Questions
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