On a secreted holiday in Sligo town, with the rats and the hairs in the cultery drawer.....soooooooo sorry native Sligo’ers..im really gettin at Nancy (or Mancy...Cormac canny talk reet at all) the propreitor of the Leitrim Bar...DONT RENT ANY OF HER BE-GORRA HOUSES....but they sell totally bootiful potato and leek what leek soup..even though it is actually Tomato soup...gawd damit.
Me...CAt that is,and Young and vunerable, boy lovin Derk diggler, we’er a walking down Castle St, singin dooo ahhh diddy, singing do ah diddy, dumb diddy do. Castle Street in Sligo is incidentally modelled on Castle Street in Belfast less the winos, as is the whole town.When we stumbled upon a little sligo freedomer of a gem...begorra it wasSHANEEEEEEEEEE (Fookin Westlife....que the Doggy paddle), all mediaprint free, ie FAATTTTTTTTTTTT, and leather bound.
so here we go,this is our conversation, whch Shane overheard;
DERK: No, Joannie loves Chachie was the Happy Days spin-off
(Out walks Shane from his Mother’s Carlton Cafe in downtown Sligo - dont buy the chips)
CAT: Is that yer man from Westlife?
DERK: I don’t know, it looks a little like him
CAT: Look, hes feckin wearin leather trousers
DERK: God, he’s much fatter in real life
At which Shane promptly got into his black land rover a la tinted windows and sped off into the sligo traffic to leave us with broken shoes, througher wetness and a big feckin lemon (as a trap for a young hungry Shane, to give us a lift 1hr outta town to our huymble abode...i would like to take this moment to sinerly thank Cormc Maguire for bookin the seventh layer of hell...at least u picked a warm destination... I love crows!)