
I can’t get no sleep There seems to be a thing with Irish people lately, that at least once a year they MUST go to New York, or NewJorka, as I prefer to call it, a name I made up as I strolled around Times Square and compared the amount of pasty, naked, tourist flesh I saw, with that of a lovely sunny day on the beach in everyone’s favourite part of Spain, Mallorca. This city … [Read more...]

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