Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
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It’s closing time on Monday night and Aidan and I are sitting in front of at a pair of empty glasses.
For the last five minutes or so, he has been engaged in a freewheeling mobile phone conversation. I’m not quite sure with who.
“Ah, not a lot now” he’s saying. “Myself and Butler are finishin’ a pint in Grogans. Just scratching our balls to be honest. Probably head home after and see if herself is feeling frisky…”
Then person on the other end says something and Aidan makes a face.
“Sorry, who am I speaking to?” he inquires. Read the rest of this article here.
July 20th, 2010.
July 20th, 2010 at 7:35 am
Newmans supposed devotion to his wife never cheating on her is actually a myth. He’s supposed to have a few affairs with costars that were never reported.
July 20th, 2010 at 10:47 am
When you said Newman I thought you meant Seinfeld shaking his fist NEWMAN!!!
Because that Newman is a total player I hear