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A brand new Irish bedding and loungewear website aimed primarily ‘for him’
Karen writes
Taking the hassle out of shopping for bed linen with it’s slick online store, Brosheets champions those guys that are time poor but don’t want to compromise on style and designer quality. Made from 100% Egyptian cotton, boasting a 500 thread count and available in a muted palette of colours like slate grey and ice white. Delivery is free within in Ireland.
We have a duvet set PLUS a pair of silk bed time boxer shorts (as swoonily modelled top) from the Hamilton & Hare loungewear collection also available at Brosheet to give away. To enter, just complete this sentence.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was___________________________________
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The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was either on my childhood bedroom’s floor, Christmas Eve, with a pizza box for a pillow; or in a pile in my bed with my boss, my boss’ boss and two colleagues, after another Christmas party came back to mine to ‘keep the party going’. Unusual, but surprisingly comfy.
Sounds familiar. I once crashed out with on my boss’s brother’s bed with said boss’s brother and female colleague, also after Christmas party. Slept soundly too.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was lying on the back wall of a pier.
I had nagged a friend into taking me out on a fishing trawler, but made the mistake of going drinking with real fishermen the night before.
They brought me, sleeping, from the pub to the pier but couldn’t wake me up.
There was an ice room on the trawler that they decided to throw me into to try and rouse me, but to no avail.
I snuggled into the ice quite happily by all accounts.
Unable to break the spell, they carried me on to the pier again, where I awoke in the fetal position the next morning, perched on the back wall of the pier 15 feet above some fairly uninviting looking water.
I’ve never been out on a trawler!
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was fantastic.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was walking up somewhere I’d no idea where I was.
It was pitch black and all I could see was a red dot flashing at the other side of the room… in a panic, I fell out of bed (and crashed into a chair) to turn on the light and see where I was (feeling the walls looking for a switch)… and realised I was in a hotel room.
I quickly remembered I was on a weekend away in Brussels and had met up with my Brother and went on a serious pub / beer crawl and ended up downing many crazy high percentage tipples. I’d no recollection getting back safely to my hotel room, but that feeling of waking up in that dark room still freaks me out!
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in Rome airport, the night we got beat by Italy, 1-0, in the quarter final of the 1990 World Cup. I was one of many Irish fans, who decided that going to the airport early was a much better idea than paying for a hotel. Being woken up by a loud group of Carabinieri, waving their UZI’s around, is not forgotten easily. A great weekend, all the same.
No super-king? Tut tut.
I really hope they charge triplicate for anything with a bro- prefix, as their customers deserve to pay an idiot tax.
I pay double for my lady-razor
i switched to man razors recently, actually…extra-sharp and a third cheaper!
Try a double edge safety razor.
even sharper and the blades are about 10c each and last well over a month.
AND it is a safety razor so you wont cut yourself.
Does it have jets and guitar solos in its ads? That’s what I look for in a razor. Or would if I used one.
That would be amazing. I need something like this for my unibrow and goatee.
On another note, my other half, in a moment of desperation, tried to shave with my venus razor and manage to mangle his face. He said it was the most difficult shave he has ever had.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in my earlier years on a forest floor after a late night party,
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was inside a strangers hotpress after a one-night stand went awry
That sounds like a great story. I’ll buy you a pint and you can tell me your misadventures.
I too would like to hear more of this fine tale.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was when we got lost during a hike and had to camp on the side of a hill. I woke up in my sleeping bag sitting fully upright in the middle of the forest having rolled out of my tent in the middle of the night
I am in love with that model.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in a hotel room in Barcelona. I was suffering from a extremely heavy dose of man flu and woke up in the middle of the night. Now I’m sure we’ve all woken up at some stage during the night and asking themselves the question ‘Where am I?’ . I was so feverish that I woke up and I looked around the room and then asked myself this question (which I still remember vividly)……………..
‘Who am I?’
It took me a good few seconds to remember my own name and for those few seconds I was freaking out.
The man flu turned out to be pneumonia in the end.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ll ever have will be, as a straight man, the one I’ll have tonight thinking about the model in the photo above.
…when, on holiday in England, I awoke to find my then boyfriends’s ex girlfriend had broken into our room through a window and was going through our stuff because she had forgotten her keys when she had come to collect us earlier that evening. She even seemed out out that I had woken up.
https://youtu.be/0jP_brwVyvc
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in a guest house in the Himalayas, sharing a room with my best mate and travelling companion. The place was old and run-down – wooden, so wobbly and warped – and it was our first night on the trail proper after hiking for 5 days so far. I woke in the darkness to the sound of my panicked mate loud-whispering ‘Mike, who’s that, are you alright?’. When I sat upright he relaxed his posture and told me that from his side of the room he could see someone standing over me, looking down at me. A little freaked out, him more than I, I think, we eventually went back to sleep. An indeterminable amount of time later it was my turn; for no apparent reason I blinked my eyes open to see a man standing over me, moving in on me with a pillow in hands, coming for my head. I must have let out a roar as I grabbed my own pillow and swiped it through the air at this person, as the pillow flashed between my eyes and the figure he disappeared and was gone. My mate was sitting up now looking at me. ‘Shall we catch the sunrise?’ he said. ‘Bloody good call’, I said.
(for the record we both put it down to it being our first night at altitude in about 10 days combined with the suggestiveness of our surroundings)
And now in a shameless act of brown nosing; I really like those shorts and I would suggest I fit your target market almost exactly.
I’m a guy who’s time poor but I don’t want to compromise on style and design (shoots self in head, brains and blood spatter the walls, lifeless corpse flops onto floor).
I too am so manly that the mere thought of being seen doing something so pansyish as buying fabric to sleep on/in causes my balls to withdraw northward. Please, Brosheet, let me pay a premium for one of the six or seven items you sell with a Bro- prefix to innoculate me from this oncoming feminisation!
The most unusual nights sleep I ever had was in someone’s shed in rural Scotland. It was after a friends wedding when I realised that I hadn’t actually been to the place I was supposed to be staying ( someone else had checked in while I swilled prosecco at the reception) and my travelling companions had left hours before. I spent an indeterminate amount of time wandering around the village before finding an open shed and curling up on a work bench in my wedding suit. Thankfully nobody found me and I was able to get thru to my friends and slink back to the rental cottage a couple of hours later when i woke up
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was when after a few drinks in a seedy bar in Sri Lanka I woke up next to a pool on the roof of a bank in Colombo.
Did u just say you woke up in Columbo?
Peter Falking necrofelia.
Just one more question!
#wakingthetimepoorgals
Oh the hassle of shopping for bed linen, it’s a bloody nightmare, that time I walked into Penneys 10(?) years ago is etched on my memory, then that other time in – I want to say TK Maxx? – needless to say there were no matching pillowcases, so all of a sudden I’m a non-matching bed linen person, that’s how quickly something like that can happen.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in a tree over hanging a high way in Australia. I climbed up the tree to escape from a nearby Kangaroo [which i have an unreasonable fear of] and fell asleep in the process.
You’re showing all the koalafications
……last night, when I got about 10 minutes sleep….because I spent many hours cleaning up several tsunamis of vomit after my 5-year-old (without my knowledge) ate half of the newly-made Christmas pudding just before she went to bed……
…..Ice-white crisp sheets sound REALLY attractive to me right now……500-thread cotton sounds fantastic, but tbh, I’d settle for just the 1-thread at the moment……
Jaysus. New sheets for you and a tall glass of something strong.
The most unusual nights sleep I’ve had was in the back of a tuk tuk travelling at what felt like 90 miles an hour through the back arse of Cambodia with 2 of my mates. It’s okay though, after a good stretch we got ice pops.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was on the floor of my Mother’s kitchen the night after a cousin’s 21st. I woke up hugging a large box of washing powder and had 2 jam doughnuts on my chest. Good times.
#masculinitysofragile
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The most unusual nights sleep I ever had involved waking up In a box. It was pitch black, my head was pounding, I had mild food poisoning and everything was moving. The whole world was rumbling. In a panic I shouted for help. I got a response to shut up that my mates were trying to sleep. I then remembered that I was in sleeper car on a train in Thailand.
After the long flight over and a bender on arrival mixed with the 30 hours withought sleep, we borded the train and I conked out straight away.
I didn’t think I could be any more scared until I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it on time to see the toilet was a cast iron monstrosity that just emptied into the blackness of the track below.
Good times.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in a large washing machine in a laundromat in Japan. Having stayed in these cheap “pod” hotels for a couple of nights, jet lag and a weird rice wine drink obviously led me astray and I hopped into a washing machine thinking it was a pod. Thankfully the nice lady who started shrieking loudly when she saw me saved me from…..eh……what-cha-ma-call-it…..oh yeah……death.
The most unusual sleep I’ve ever had was when I woke up in a friends boiler cupboard in the hall with his roommates asking who I was in their kitchen. So uncomfortable!!
The most unusual nights sleep ive ever had was on castle island in the middle of Lough Key, Roscommon. We had canoed there, spent all day building our shelter out of branches and leaves only to find out there was not enough room for us all. two of us were nominated to sleep outside the shelter. I woke up with very warm feet, yes my sleeping bag was almost n the fire, and there were sheep nibbling away at my best frineds “pillow”. terrifying in the dark.
And yes, if I won this, I would gift it to my best friend and remind him of that unfortunate night…
Sheep nibbling at a pillow in the dark of the night! Would ya gwan outta that. Was it made of, eh ….. grass?
Sheep sleep too, ya know.
Start over. Less of the creative license this time.
[Yes, I’m a rep for the Irish Society for Helping Erode Emagined and Purported Sheep Actions – iSHEEPS]
Sounds like something dreamt up over a frappachino in Angel coffee on St Anne Street.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was when my housemate’s boyfriend, in a drunken stupor, mistook my bedroom door for that of the adjacent bathroom door. I woke up to see a confused naked man staring at me deep in thought, I very quickly realised that the thought going through his head was why there was a man lying in a bed where he thought the toilet should be. Don’t worry, the confusion didn’t bother him for too long, he proceeded to carry out what he left his own bed to do in the first place. To make things even more unusual he decided not to return to his own bed and decided to get into mine. I quickly exited the scene and slept on the couch. Crux of the story is I need new bed linen.
one of many unusual nights sleep occurred in Clonmel. I had imbibed heavily of various beer and vodka-based libation in a local hostelry. My consumption reached the levels which required the assistance of several
less-intoxicated friends to accompany me to the rack-rented hovel which I liked to call home. I woke up the following morning, face down on my bed, with an indecently sparse level of clothing. I had no recollection of the previous evenings frivolities but noticed that there was a mans watch on the locker beside my bed. It was not mine. The timepiece in question, belonged to one of the good samaritans who dragged me the considerable distance to my flat, disrobed me, and put me on the bed. All I could think was “What circumstances would have to occur to force my associate to remove his watch from his arm whilst they put me to bed ?” I met him in work the next day and returned the watch to him. No explanation was offered and none was asked for. It has been an unspoken intrigue ever since. Good sleep though.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was in a covered wagon on Vashon Island, off Seattle.
Using about 12 blankets, the novelty soon wore off after two rather cool nights. I completed my stay in the bunkhouse as soon as a bed freed up.
Yee-haw!
So I was in a town in Northern Spain, night out after not really drinking for a few months, went mad. Fell asleep in a porch and awoken by Police and shepherded in back of squad car. I sobered quite quickly and protested that I was only staying a few minutes away so no need for the car ride!!
They insisted and drove me up the mountains. Either they were having a laugh or they were going to bate the sh*te out of me, I didn’t really know but was scared so when they stopped I simply legged it. No idea where I was I just ran through a field in the darkness and kept going.
I eventually saw a sign for the place I was staying which was 10km away, kept walking and got back to apartment. My wallet and phone etc. had been taken by cops so had no key card and had to sleep outside my apartment which I had paid a good few quid for. I was let in eventually at about 8AM when guy arrived for work in reception.
I was happy to be alive and back in my bed however..
I was awoken at about Midday then by receptionist who said Police wanted to talk to me. So I get to reception and one of the cops is there with all my belongings IE passport, wallet and phone. He made me sign some sort of waiver that said they were only having a laugh or something. It was in Spanish so don’t know what I signed really.
I was very happy to get my stuff back and very relived I’m still around to tell the tale, strange night!!
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had followed a long walk to a party that wasn’t, in a Paris suburb, with a lovely Swedish lady I had met earlier that evening on my arrival in the city of lights. We broke into in a garage and tried desperately to catch some Zs in my sleeping bag on the bench, having failed to do much else.
There may have been drink involved.
I once spent a night in the belly of a whale. Cetacean comfort is just not what it used to be. Unusual but uncomfortable.
The most unusual nights sleep I’ve ever had was to wake up in the middle of the night to a clatter of nose and a woman standing beside my bed. I woke my boyfriend paralytic with fear until I realised it was his best friends wife, both of who were staying in our house that night. He’d gone for a midnight tinkle. Meanwhile, she had sleep walked into our room in just a tshirt and panties. She was shouting obscenities and getting annoyed. My BF got out of bed and tried to direct her back to their bedroom but instead she pulled down her knickers, full muff on show. He had to wrestle her back to the bedroom, muff out, while I stared on in horror, offering no assistants what so ever. He got her in the room, closed the door, and came back to bed. We then heard her husband come back to bed and a little murmuring of chat.
The next day no one mentioned the midday muff show. To this day we’re not sure if they even know it happened…
*midnight
*assistant principal
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was on a deck chair in my shed after I managed to lose my keys are a night out. My amateur attempts to climb the drain pipe were unsuccessful & mis-intentioned as I wouldn’t have been in a fit state to climb the stairs let alone a drain pipe.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was when I was living in Hanoi in North Vietnam. A friend of mine rand a tour company and she wanted to try a new destination she was thinking of adding to her tour. It was camping on a tiny island in Ha Long bay, most of the islands here were just rocky out crops but this one had a small beach to camp on and nothing else. In the end there were 20 of us that were dropped on the island. We had tents, food and a stack of beer and weren’t to be collected until the next day. We drank, had a bonfire and swam in the phosphorescent water and had a great time. I didn’t make it to the tent and fell asleep on the beach. I awoke to water lapping around my ankles and screams and shouts. We didn’t realise that there was a high tide that night and some of the tents had already started to flood. We had to grab all our stuff and make a dash as far back as we could get on the thin strip of sand and scrub. We sat huddled together hoping not to be swept out to sea and we stayed like that until the boat picked up at noon the next day. Needless to say my friend did not add this to her tour.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was going to sleep in a bed after a party and waking up in a bath, in only my boxers, hugging a pillow. Chilly.
The most unusual nights sleep I’ve ever had was on a piece of reclaimed land on the coast just outside San Remo in Italy. Had arrived there from Milan, 42 degree heat (heatwave of 2003 on the continent), no aircon on train, drinking litres of water an hour, discovered nowhere cheap to stay in San Remo. We bought a few beers and found somewhere to pitch out tent. Except the beach we thought we were headed for turned out to be hard gravel, not quite welcoming to tent pegs, so we rolled out sleeping bags and lay on them. After a while two Albanians turned up in a van full of fruit on way to market, we gave them beer, they gave us melons! We managed 2 hours sleep at most, before rising with the sun and realising there was a circus parked up metres away. So we fed the elephants and hippos some melon before any circus folk were up. It was midday before we made it to Nice and found a shower, by which time there were 4 sunburnt Irish guys who had been crammed on public transport in 42 degree heat and had spent night on a dusty car park. Not a pretty smell for the well coiffured commuters on the riviera trains that morning
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was the first night I slept SOBER in my boyfriend’s bed. Usually a terribly light & grumpy sleeper, I somehow fell into one of the most deep and dreamy sleeps I’ve ever had.
So clearly the frenzy of free stuff is getting to pepople here …… are we missing a bit of a point here … this site is ridiculously priced (i mean JESUS people …. 270 euro for the hooded robe) . Taking the concept of bedsheets which unless you are 7 is the most androgynous of concepts ….. then slapping a premium on them because these are for men .. and not just any men … BROs. Is simply awful. To be honest I’ve seen better business ideas from the business nobodies/rejects who, lacking all self awareness, forego all self respect go on the Apprentice! I would rather think that the caption of this BS post , regardless of a prize to be given, is (I hope) a small nod to the utter ridiculousness that is this concept. BROSHEETS … Seriously????? What next …TestosteroneTaps – Anti Feminine Faucets for big man hands! Or maybe Manbrellas – Just like a regular umbrella … but MANLY, in shades of Sport Mud Brown and Exhaust Fume Silver.
The most unusual night’s sleep anyone must have – is any idiot who has purchased from such a site and thought … I’m so glad I forked out a fortune for these wonderfully manly slate grey sheets …. for now I can finally sleep, assured in my undeniable masculinity because these are not just a sheets…they are BROSHEETS!
Wake me up when the world has regained any sanity!
FFS!
—— clearly the rage induced some typos – ok “pepople”!
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was when I was a student and trying to get from Vienna to Dusseldorf on a cheap ass weekend only slow train ticket. I got as far as Aschaffenburg near Frankfurt only to find all trains had finished for the night. There I was pfennigless, so I had to resort to sleeping on the platform for the night with one eye open, making sure my belongings weren’t stolen by the ever present heroin addicts that seem to congregate around German train stations. In fairness, I had nothing to worry about. I was even kindly offered some heroin which I politely declined. Nevertheless, I got a very broken and unusual night’s sleep. This would never happen if I had Brosheets luxury duvet set.
And, in fairness, it probably wouldn’t have happened if you had availed yourself of the gratis skag.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had will be tonight, tossing and turning, wondering endlessly whether this is truly the worst company name I’ve ever heard.
If I win the competition, I can only accept on condition that the company name appears nowhere on the final product.
I think you’ll find “Eir” is the worst company name ever.
There y’are. Sleep grand now.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was 9 one Friday night back when i was a student. Heard my phone ring and without opening my eyes could tell it was morning because it was bright. Reached down and the phone was on my chest. Answered it, was my boss, “where are you?” “no idea” “what do you mean no idea?” Opened my eyes “I can see the sky” ” you were meant to be in work 10 minutes ago”. I hung up and threw my phone about a foot away from myself. Heard a landline go off in the distance, had already closed my eyes again.
Suddenly heard my mother calling me. “You fecking eejit, what are you doing?” “What?” Opened my eyes again and looked around. I had been asleep in the centre of my next door neighbours front garden, in the middle of the council estate i lived in. It was 9:10am, at least 30-50 people must have walked past without waking me, checking if i was ok, or anything!!!
and my ma made me go into work!!!!!!!!
The most unusual nights sleep I ever had … was bout 13 years ago in Pennsylvania when I was working as a weatherman. I just kept waking up at 6am over and over. Long story short I re-examined my life, became a better person, and slept with Andie MCDowel to break the loop. To this day I still hate groundhogs.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was between the hours of 10 am and 5 pm.
Hard to decide;
1. A cemetery in Letterkenny
2. Within a life-size Punch & Judy box at a house party in Temple Bar.
3. On top of the life vest box on the St. Columba in very high seas.
Ok If I won I can only accept the prize if it’s king size (the duvet not the boxer shorts).
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was embarrassing. I was in my early twenties and going to an interview for a state agency in a very old office building off Leeson Street in Dublin. The interview was at 4pm and I was a bit early so thought I’d head up anyway. I got into the lift with what I thought was an employee but turned out to be the middle aged woman (who was brought in from an outside recruitment agency) to interview me and one other person. The lift started and almost immediately crunched to a halt between the 2nd and 3rd floors. This was in early August and it was very hot. We both started to sweat. Neither of us had mobiles (not as common back then) so we just pressed the alarm and waited. An hour later it was becoming increasingly clear no one knew we were there. It was another 2 hours before we managed to crack the lift doors open an inch and start yelling. Eventually a security guard doing his rounds heard us and peeped in through the gap in the foot or so of visible upper floor. He asked how we got there. I sh*t you not.
The guard eventually got hold of the lift technician (who was sick of coming out every other week fixing that particular lift) and he took his time. We reckoned the security guard forgot to mention there were actual people trapped in it this time. He arrived at 8pm, surveyed the situation and went off for reinforcements. We were begging the security guard to ring the Fire Brigade at this stage but he just kept saying he would get into trouble (for what like?!). At 10pm (with the extra technicians probably on triple time) they started to work on getting us out. This did this until 2am! at which point they simply disappeared. It was 4am before they returned and we were eventually released just before 6am. I walked home with the birds singing. The embarrassing thing was, after getting to know the woman a bit (I can’t remember her name but she had a slight moustache thing going on), between the quiet hours of 2am to 4am we both fell asleep. Not in each other’s arms or anything but bloody close enough as the lift just about fitted two people. Waking up at 4am when we heard noises again we both looked sheepishly at each other, tried to flatten our creased clothes and sticking up hair and once again stood up to wait for freedom. It was a shot night’s sleep but I fear I’ll remember it forever.
The lowest point was when I made a weak joke about her maybe interviewing me in the lift as we had nothing else to do. She didn’t find it funny. A week later I got my interview with another recruitment agency person. I didn’t get the job. I never found out what happened to the other person who was due to interview. That building has since been refurbished but still gives me the gawks whenever I pass it to this day.
Trapped in a lift, pity she wasn’t a stannah then?
I’ll get me coat :)
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was on a beach in Florida. Too broke to pay for a hotel we decided to sleep on the beach, which in the warm evening seemed like a great idea. I woke up to police lights flashing, covered in sand and insect bites, freezing my ass off. Turns out sleeping on the beach is illegal!
More like bull-sheets, amirite
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was spent on a bench in London. After losing the contact details of the person I was meeting up with (1994 so no mobiles) I had no idea where to go and fuck all money. All I had was 200 cigarettes and a litre of vodka. Random conversations aside the most memorable part was waking up to see fat chested pigeons chasing after their female counterparts in quest of a early morning ride. The rest of the day was spent getting to the Glastonbury festival, where without a tent I sent one night in a gig tent, one night under the stars and one night in a friendly strangers tent.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was…. well it wasn’t nite, it was in the middle of the day….
I was in a dentists’ chair getting a root canal at the time. He seemed well pleased with himself that I slept, the dentist.
This type of thing gets on my nerves too. Apologies for the poor quality of image/drawing here. I’m on me holliers, so I don’t have all my stuff with me…
http://m.imgur.com/po40RPl
hahaha
Bro-more tears!
G’man Mick :)
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had,
was in the nip with me mum and me dad,
yeah you might think I’m a pervert, maybe?
well hold your horses, I was only a baby!
… was a few Decembers ago on a snowy night. Lost my keys at the Xmas party (or course there was drink involved) and couldn’t get into my home. Flatmate away and phone charged out. Asked if I could book a room in the local hotel but computer said no. So I stayed in a chair in the foyer until they chucked me out at 6am so their guests wouldn’t be hindered from reaching the breakfasting area.
Twas still -Artic degrees so I shivered down through Drumcondra looking for Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus. Arrived at the North Circular and discovered A&E at the Mater (the old A&E). Slept in a chair until 10am. Never got called, never even got offered a trolley.
I bet that hotel had 500-thread bro-sheets in every room too!
PS: I’m yer man in the ad above.
I’ve been standing around in me boxers all day now. And it’s fecking freezing, this time of year.
So, I’m taking the free bro-sheets and heading off for a snooze. The lot of yiz can fe*k off.
…was when I had this insane dream that I lived in a world where people pay €44 for boxers and €270 for some hoodie robe thing that looks just like the Snuggie that my granny got in Heatons for €15.
The most unusual night’s sleep I’ve ever had was many moons ago. I was living in Inchicore at the time and went to a party in Skerries which lasted into the wee hours of the morning. I was working in Santry which is sort of halfwayish between Skerries and Inchicore, so instead of schlepping all the way home, I spent a couple of hours sleeping in a little cemetery across the road from work and headed in at 8 o’clock. Happy days….as far as I can remember that is.
the most unusual night’s sleep I ever had was in a phone box without a door facing the wind and rain coming in from the Atlantic on Achill Island because I went there without a tent thinking I would sleep agin’ the wall. I turned blue.