This morning.
St. Laurence O’Toole Recreation Centre, Sheriff Street Lower, North Wall, Dublin.
Minister for Transport, Tourism and Sport, Shane Ross in canoe and Minister of State for Tourism and Sport, Brendan Griffin (right), with Angel O Toole and Evan Brazil while officially launching the National Sports Policy 2018–2027.
NO lifebelt?
He’s a danger to himself and other canal users.
Update:
Positively Corinthian.
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National Sports Policy 2018–2027
1) Get to the bottom of Pat Hickey’s corruption
Shane Ross makes me ill.
He’s as bad as those two saps on the ad moving the sofa around their house.
I HATE couches with low backs. WHAT’S THE POINT? Sitting there with your head rolling around with no support. They’re for KNOBJOCKEYS.
Fact.
Next issue I can rant about?
Litter
Piers Morgan
Why Oasis went so bad so quickly
Blanket defense in GAA
Weird coincidence, or maybe just a midlife thing. Today I was walking into town for lunch and had a little roleplay thing in my head where I was going to take the rubbish someone had thrown from their car and throw it back into that car. Then I thought I might get attacked so I decided I would put it on the roof of the car instead.
I did neither, obviously, but it kept me happy, ranting away in my head.
I LOVE RANTING.
People who don’t wave / flash their hazards when you let them out
Cats shítting in your garden
Dirty fingernails
Love Island
I could go on….
dirty toenails
feet on seats
chewing noisily with gob open
using the wiping sponge to do the dishes
putting sh”t randomly in the fridge AS IF THERES NO SUSTEM
ARE YOU F…ING BLIND
om mani padme hum
Mine was general janet, yours seems to about someone specific :)
I have a slight aversion to visual chaos
Why would you not have your purse/wallet ready when at a till? You’re in Tesco. They’ve just put all your stuff through. You’ve packed it away. WHERE’S YOUR FUPPING MONEY, YOU STUPID DUMBSH*T GODDAMN MOTHERFUPPER?
I think I might irritate Janet slightly. I’m a bit gung-ho in my fridge packing.
JUST LET ME DO IT !
I was quoting The Offspring there when I lost it, if anybody’s interested. The song is Bad Habit.
Don’t forget the cyclists. summer weather brings them out in droves.
I quite like looking at their bottoms
And we all love a good moan about the cyclists.
The rules of the road still apply to you, you shower of arseknuckles, and that INCLUDES TRAFFIC LIGHTS FFS.
if the road is clear but the light is red, i’ll go
i’ll look first but I’m going
i’m fine with you checking out my ar se as i pass, by the way
you’re a gentleman
I don’t believe a word of what they say about you
all I ask is that you desist from doing that thing where you lick the end of your finger, touch your nipple and make a sizzling sound
that’s objectifying me
you’re asking for it in that get up
plus I know you like it
cycling shorts are fun to wear (for a man more so, I suspect), but small bit indecent
Well yes. Summer cyclists. I don’t mind year-round cyclists like me.
But those stupid, pootling, unfit, erratic ignoramuses DRIVE ME INSANE. Well, cycle me insane.
Fuppers.
Feel free to do it, Janet. Just don’t lecture me about it. I DON’T CARE.
I’ll fix you a drink while you do it, to show there’re no hard feelings.
And I’ll SPIT into it.
awww princess spit is my favorite
I thought you were giving me permission to look at bottoms initially :)
Sorry. I’m working between rants, irritatingly, so am a bit scattered.
maybe if you were organised and had a neat perfectly aligned desk with a system you could rant more efficiently,
I know someone with coloured postits and a ruler who could help
disclaimer …it’s me !!!!
You would have an epileptic fit if you saw my desk.
Or you’d jizz yourself with the excitement of the impending tidy-up of said desk.
the latter
ohhhhh yeahhhhh
gidddidy
confession
I hoovered my keypad today
I’m just looking down onto my keyboard. The crud under the keys is, frankly, horrifying.
I feel a little ill
plus simultaneously distracted by the brother B
why I keep coming back here
He must have got a few pointers from Joan Burton ‘sit in the boat, but don’t put it in water’
He’s paddling his own canoe.
I love that expression, starts singing all day now…
I have no wife to bother me life
I’ll paddle me own canoe
Shortly heading up the creek with no !
Knock, knock!
Who’s there?
Canoe.
Canoe who?
Canoe get started on the Dublin section of the Royal Canal Greenway please.
Burn him don’t drown him
Just a little more push Bernard..