Dreaming Was Only Nice While It Lasted.

The Irish Are The Niggers Of Europe, Lads.

She's A Pot-of-tea-before-i-say-boo-to-you Woman. There's Always A Pile Of Warm Teabags In The Sink When I Come Down, Like What A Horse Would Leave Behind.

I'm Not Recognised That Much. I'm Just A Bald Man In Glasses And There's A Rash Of Them In Dublin. It'd Be Different If I Had A Mohican.

It's A Big Con Job. We Have Sold The Myth Of Dublin As A Sexy Place Incredibly Well; Because It Is A Dreary Little Dump Most Of The Time.

Most Working Days I Can Be At My Desk For Nine Hours A Day.