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Broadsheet’s favourite fail-compiler presents the month of January 2011 in all its explosive, teeth-shattering, crotch-slamming glory.
We Have All The Time In The World.
Sung by Louis Armstrong. Composed by John Barry.
We shall be flicking between both while cursing the Herculean pettiness of RTE.
Street-drinking in St Petersburg, a fight and a home-made Bender. There’s a story behind all this, but you’re probably better off not knowing what it is.
The acronym you’re looking for is: WTF.
Photograph on metal hairclip: a limited edition of 50 handmade pieces.
Just $90 stands between you and this terrifying ‘hair burqa’.
What they say: “Fianna Fail will be wiped out.”
What they mean: “I hope Fianna Fail will be wiped out.”
What they say:“This is the game changer.”
What they mean: “Until the next ‘game changer’ arrives’ in about 20 minutes.”
What they say: “Fine Gael will let Fianna Fail in through the back door.”
What they mean: “Vote Labour”
What they say: “Fianna Fail have lowered their age profile with a lot of new faces”
What they mean: “Dad, can I have your seat now?”
What they say: “This is the election where young people will vote in great numbers.”
What they mean: “This is the election where more young people will talk about voting but won’t because they never, ever vote in great numbers or any significant numberage at all, ever.”
What they say: “It’s going to be the Twitter/Facebook election.”
What they mean: “I am literally talking out of my arsehole”.
Feel free to add your own. Or not.