This afternoon.
St Patrick’s Day snake oil.
Anne-Marie McNally tweetz:
“Passed this sign around Lusk [Co Dublin] somewhere. I’m not sure what’s on offer though!”
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This afternoon.
St Patrick’s Day snake oil.
Anne-Marie McNally tweetz:
“Passed this sign around Lusk [Co Dublin] somewhere. I’m not sure what’s on offer though!”
Probably one of these faith healing chancers with all sorts of nonsense ‘cures’ on offer.
True story. My mother in law was suffering with really bad Varicose veins that ultimately badly ulcerated. She was told there was no real hope to save the leg and it needed to be amputated. She was a relatively healthy woman for her age and she’d survive it well enough.
She procrastinated for months as one could understand. She and one of her sons (bit of a religious nut) brought her to an oul lad who had the ‘cure’. He lived in a filthy caravan full of religious statues and sacred heart picture on a quasi derelict farmstead.
His cure consisted of, following a €100 to ‘Our Lady’, him spitting into a bowl
Containing grass and rubbing the spit laden grass onto the ulcerated leg. Mangey old goat that he was.
Guess what happens next. In days a very nasty form of sepsis set in and she spent months in hospital dealing with that before they could amputate. Blessed she didn’t die. Rest of family was furious – especially with idiot brother.
Anyways. Two takeaways. In desperate times people will resort to desperate measures. And when people are vulnerable, there’s always some scumbag out there to exploit them.
+ V e/w
Lads, it’s a marketing thing…let’s not take it too seriously…bit of a laugh, as badly needed these days
Presume it’s a “cold” Corona beer, to “cure” a hangover. Ha, ha.