i remember when i first started drivin i picked two cunts up in swords wantin to go to duleek.
didn't know what or where duleek is/was.
directed up the rathbeale road. keep goin straight i'll tell ye where to go i was told. grand.
as it happens the sober one who's gaff we were goin to fell asleep and the buckled one stayed conscious and administered faulty directions. drivin around in fuckin circles for an hour. the sober one woke up and said where the fuck are we. i havn't a fuckin breeze i told him. it was like an episode of star trek or sumtin. my instruments have gone beyond all known parameters captain. kept drivin around in the dark. on the final approach i remember i buzzed bellewstown a few times. found the gaff in the end. it was a big telly savalas in the middle of nowhere. only got a fraction of what was on the meter the cunts.
Probably shorter to Bellewstown that way too but a lot of it is back roads so probably slower too. Anywaysanall, it's a lot easier these days, everywhere is at the end of the blue line! I'm like one of dem blax when I go out of my preferred area of operation these days... I've forgotten more than the rest of ewes will ever know!
