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“TIME HAS NO MEANING HERE IN THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL, A PLACE WHERE EVEN DESPAIR DIES…”
Why do I despise Flannery’s pub on Camden Street? A candid response to that question could fill a 12-page pull-out supplement. Suffice to say: Off-duty Gardai. Off-duty nurses. Drunk off-duty Gardai copulating with drunk off-duty nurses. Fake tan. Peroxide. Rugby shirts. DJs with mid-Atlantic accents who say things like “It’s Saturday night in Flannery’s and the party is just getting started…” Read the rest of this article here.
April 15th, 2009.
April 16th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Is Dave ******?
April 16th, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Test is guessing whether is “Dave” is one of my friends whose name I’ve had to censor. No Test, it isn’t. It’s actually ****.
April 17th, 2009 at 5:32 pm
Heh heh – filling in an application to put on weight. I’ve been to Flannery’s once, about five years ago now. I still shudder at the memory of it. Fookin’ crap.
April 17th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
And thank you very much for the blogroll link, I am honoured. Honestly!