My money is on Poolbeg chimneys, Dublin, [last] evening…
Medium Sized C
Sandymount. You’d get it in sandymount. The same place you get most of these.
dereviled
I’m open to correction here (I’m not, but I am pretending to be polite) but the expression actually means: “Shur why would you be off to Tramore or Bertystown when you can have sunshine and happiness right here”.
It is not a query as to ones actual location but a counter to the boasts of exotic holidays.
scottser
bertystown? that fuker bought himself a town?
dereviled
With my wide thumbs and narrow touch-screen I have brought shame on my children and my children’s children.
Do they clean one of them while they use the other one, then like, eh, swap over?
If that’s the case I reckon they should stop using street-urchins and find a more efficient method.
That way the could let the fire go out on warm days, give it a quick clean and be ready with the firelighters for when the weather changes.
Two chimneys is a waste of taxpayers’ money.
Knock down the one furthest from the sea. Keep the other one.
birdcloud
The poolbeg chimneys will be forever known to my family as Granny’s rockets – my grandmother lived in Sandymount and when you’re a young and innocent 5 year old, they certainly did look like rockets!
ahyeah
When, in fact, granny’s rockets were her first online purchase, bought on ebay shortly after grandad passed away.
sǝɯǝɯ ʇɐ pɐq
My Granny used to ‘search my pockets for rockets’ too…
I never what she meant by that.
Save Poolbeg?
Eh… they’ve been saved…
http://www.irishtimes.com/news/environment/poolbeg-chimneys-to-remain-on-dublin-skyline-says-esb-1.2193645
Hey there, new boy!
You tell him Ahyeah, you tell him, you tell him stuff !
My money is on Poolbeg chimneys, Dublin, [last] evening…
Sandymount. You’d get it in sandymount. The same place you get most of these.
I’m open to correction here (I’m not, but I am pretending to be polite) but the expression actually means: “Shur why would you be off to Tramore or Bertystown when you can have sunshine and happiness right here”.
It is not a query as to ones actual location but a counter to the boasts of exotic holidays.
bertystown? that fuker bought himself a town?
With my wide thumbs and narrow touch-screen I have brought shame on my children and my children’s children.
Yo’ chimps ain’t chumps, they’ll let it go… after a bit poo flinging.
Not poo, facts, and usually with references.
Occasionally I will indulge in hyperbole for comic effect.
For my own amusement it seems.
So be it.
We’re all guilty of that :)
Ook ; )
I feckin love the poolbeg chimneys.
I can’t understand why they need two chimneys.
Do they clean one of them while they use the other one, then like, eh, swap over?
If that’s the case I reckon they should stop using street-urchins and find a more efficient method.
That way the could let the fire go out on warm days, give it a quick clean and be ready with the firelighters for when the weather changes.
Two chimneys is a waste of taxpayers’ money.
Knock down the one furthest from the sea. Keep the other one.
The poolbeg chimneys will be forever known to my family as Granny’s rockets – my grandmother lived in Sandymount and when you’re a young and innocent 5 year old, they certainly did look like rockets!
When, in fact, granny’s rockets were her first online purchase, bought on ebay shortly after grandad passed away.
My Granny used to ‘search my pockets for rockets’ too…
I never what she meant by that.
She used to squeeze my penis too. That hurt.