In place of the usual advertised programme [Frilly Keane’s normaL column].
A Night At The Áras
‘Transcribed’ by Frily Keane and illustrated (above) by PoliticalMoose
(Practice yere accents)
FF: “Excuse me, no, that’s where I sit Leo.”
LV: (Tries to snort but ends up sneezing) “Ok Mother.”
RB: “Watch It! Will you … you’re supposed to be a doctor” ( slyly slides FFitz’s scarf across the snot on his shoulder)
FF: “No need for that, you just need to act like a grown up now Dr Leo, so go down there by that other Northsider …what’s his name again?”
PD “Finbarr, Tanaithsta.”
RD-CW: “‘scuse me now can I have yere attention before the Prayers, it’s clear some of the new Ministers need to learn to conduct themselves and act classy – knock off this photobombing and shoving colleagues out of the way. It’s making ye look pushy and…”
KZ: “What are you …. I take offence at been accused of been pushy in any way … I’m quite camera shy actually.” (A chorus of sniggers, giggles and ha!’s rings around the Phoenix Park)
MMOC: “Jesus Christ, she’s still giving out … I told you I thought t’was just senior ministers.”
MC: “Ah sur t’was all a bitta nathin’ … plenty more goes’ for ye all ahead.”
MMOC: “What about that Heather’wan there…bloody well blocking everyone out’ve the way ….What else could I do but bend out.”
MN: “Over … more like … now that Oliva Mitchell taught you right … oh she did, so she did ooover there in that Mmmaunt Aaaan’val ya call it .. isn’t that right?”Continue reading →
