Southern politicians dreaded and feared the awakening of the northern Kraken, civil servants in Dublin wrote pungent memoranda about the damaging hypocrisy of anti-partitionist propaganda and the need to build reassuring relationships with Northern unionism, but in public politicians danced through the steps of the traditional Reunification Reel. The parallels with the governing hypocrisies about speaking the Irish language were obvious - another of O'Brien's pet subjects. "The Gaelic Revival Movement," he wrote in the Irish Independent in 1991, "failed to revive, and its only movement was backwards. But it did generate a huge amount of political hypocrisy and - what was worse, because more insidious - a habit of listening to official nonsense, in an approving sort of way, as you might listen to the prattle of an innocent child."
When I went there I found about two shops that were quite good, there rest were basically crap.I want to say that I went to Hay-on-Wye recently, and I was disgusted. Every single bookshop sold absolute crap for inflated prices. I assume the booksellers are simply exploiting stupid American tourists and selling their best stuff via Abe and Amazon Marketplace. I was looking for second hand copies of Arden Shakespeares to finish the collection and couldn't find one. Only falling-to-pieces Penguins being sold for 4 fucking pounds.
was it not a wetherspoons at this point then? i like it as a wetherspoons. it fun.No idea, sorry, never been to that one.
I seem to always end up watching the matches at the Montague Pyke on Charing Cross Road, which is an absolute pit of a place, but is down the road from where I work on Saturdays and has an enormous screen.
Childhood holidays in Mumbles