There’s no place like home
By Rua MacTírean
Not much older than myself, she’s one of the 60 odd per cent of my family who currently reside abroad for one reason or another.
Herself: “ay, London’s fine, but its not like home. It’s not a very friendly place.”
Myself: ”you mean Belfast?”
Herself again: “eh, well, certain parts of Belfast”
Tags: Belfast, family, London
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July 2, 2009 at 4:04 pm |
If we Irish could only get our act together and invade England. Then London would literally home. We could rename it ‘Little Leitrim’.
July 2, 2009 at 4:15 pm |
Ye but then we’d have to start caring about the Lions and Andy Murray, it’d be such a hassle
July 2, 2009 at 7:02 pm |
And then we’d just complain when they follow us home
July 2, 2009 at 10:32 pm |
Good God I can see it now, an entire chunk of Dublin completely over run by beer bellied bald men with gold bracelets and England tattoos-horrible-it’ll be like Temple Bar
July 2, 2009 at 10:44 pm |
it will be like christmas
July 2, 2009 at 10:52 pm |
it will be like the carnival outside the gates of hell