But you know what?
We’re probably going to vote for you anyway.
We’ve seen you’ve changed.
You’re not snakey or laddery anymore.
You’re thoughtful and cuddly.
We only ask you to consider a slight beard trim.
It’s not the 1870s after all. Lolz.
And, can a man have too much tweed?
Anyway. Get back to us.
Front page of The Sun today.
Roy Keane’s Labrador, Triggs (above) has died.
The one he walked the arse off after Saipan.
The cynical Tweets have begun:
#Scottwilsonecho Big news out of Ireland – Roy Keane’s dog Triggs has died. Suffolk folk asked to watch for man wandering aimlessly with piece of string…
And something for the Liveline editorial meeting:
#sensitivitydeficit Slightly astounded at the psychologist on the John Murray show suggesting losing a pet is like losing a child.
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Think-in?
It was a love-in baby.
From Faithlegg Hotel, Waterford.
52 magical images.
Our future leaders.
Yes, folks.
Help is on the way.
Certainly.
The FAI spent €74m on the Aviva stadium, hoping to recoup this and more
by selling 10,400 ‘Vantage Club’ seats on a 10-year deal.
They needed to sell 60% of these seats to break even.
ISG, who were their agents to sell the seats, offered to buy them all
for €75m and take the hit/extra profit.
The FAI turned this down believing they could make even more money.
At last month’s AGM, FAI boss John Delaney (above, far right) said 6,300 ‘Vantage Seats’
had been allocated.
This includes 2,000 seats 3 Mobile get as part of a sponsorship deal and 939 seats for existing customers.
Leaving about 3,400 new ‘Vantage Club’ seats.
So at an average of about 10k per ticket, this comes in at roughly €34m .
Or about €40m less than ISG’s offer.
The FAI are currenty €70m+ in debt.
You’re most welcome.
Ticket Fiasco Leaves FAI Millions In The Red (Daniel McDonnell, Irish Independent)
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From the Faithlegg Hotel, Waterford, this afternoon.
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The four moods of Enda: 1) Confident; 2) Statesman; 3) Mr Bean; 4) ‘Labour have won how many seats?’
(Photocall Ireland)
Good luck with that.
McGuinness: Bless me father for I have sinned.
Fr Chesney: What is it, son?
McGuinness: I’ve forgotten the Semtex.
Fr Chesney: Prick.
Happened yesterday.
His name was Michael.
Found within a “stone’s throw” of Leinster House apparently.
Usually slept under the arch off Dawson Street.
(More as we get it).
