As in the sense that it was an omen. After my run in with a fuckwit pikey in a chic Leeds hotel last week, I find myself in fucking Cork. Surrounded by Polacks.
But no, there are some pikeys here. And let me tell you, for every Steven Gately or James Joyce there is at least one old piss-riddled lurching mumbling drunk with shit-stained trousers demanding money with menaces; for every fey and wistful strawberry blonde colleen there is a bleached-blonde old hussy with the body of a number 19 bus and a face like she ran into the back of it.
This place has all the grot of Reading with none of the fucking class. What a fucking tip. The hotel is another boutique shitpile with crap food, but at least the staff are all eastern Europeans, so they pull their finger out and smile while doing it.
My life sucks donkey cock.
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Go for it!
BTW, I am in Reading.
from my past experiance...you can stick Cork up your ass
wv RINGSTRA
Great just got told I have a 2 day gig in Cork in Sept......perfect timing after reading this
"at least the staff are all eastern Europeans"
You want to try Ambassador Chinese on cook street
The staff are all Cork asians
Cork (An Corcaigh) burnt by the English in 1920 as a reprisal for Paddy winning the war of independence now has a major drugs problem (not helped by plod taking bribes).
If the hotel is run by annoying wankers, why not take advantage of the new defamation law in Ireland that criminalizes blasphemy?
A few copies of Life of Brian scattered about the room, a phone call before the plane takes off...
Ha! That's really funny.
Leeds is full of drunks. Big time. All day drinking, hoswling, degenerate piss heads.
Faaasands of 'em.
No, fuckface, my life sucks donkeycock more than yours does and you know it.
Trix x
Word veri; enesac. Say it.
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