Nobody outside of Ireland knows what Red Lemonade is.
And you can't get Lilt outside the British Isles. Mental.
Nobody outside of Ireland knows what Red Lemonade is.
And you can't get Lilt outside the British Isles. Mental.
I want the truth. You can't handle the truth
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A Few Good Men would be my top legal film. The John Grisham legal ones were also good such as the Firm, A Time To Kill, The Client, The Chamber, The Rainmaker, The Pelican Brief and The Runaway Jury. I think the book versions were better for most of them.
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A few more ones To Kill A Mockingbird, Rules Of Engagement, Men OF Honour, Erin Brocovich.
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Jaysus mouse, now you're bringing back some fond memories. Does anybody out there remember Savage Smyth and Taylor Keith, I think it was called. Pure watered down shite, but ffs it was all we had in those days. A red lemonade, a 99, a one-and-one from Burdocks, a flagon of Bulmers and a fag or a grope behind the bicycle shed. Priceless.
And they call this f***ing progress. I vote that we petition Patricia to establish a new nostalgia forum for the ageing/aged/retired/medical card holding/grey haired bolshie protesting members of E-I. FFS those people were out protesting against the Vietnam war in the 1960s and they still take to the streets to protest against the government's shitty actions while the pampered youth of Ireland are content to sit on their well-upholstered arses and complain about the price of cocktails and the dort being 5 minutes late.
Come on people, stand up for you dads. After all, they stood up for you when it really mattered.
Spot on Epsilon. Whole families were raised on that stuff and Perry Crisps and Johnston Mooney and O'Brien's bread. Crisp sarnies......remember them? During this recession, a few old favourites might just make a come back. The stuff did'nt kill us back then, despite all the E numbers and it won't kill us today either.
And while we're at it, would the f***ing powers that be, kindly remove the health warnings of the packets of fags and let's get back to the simple, naive pleasures of life we enjoyed before the "loadsamoney" mentality and pc morals took over the kip.
Here is my top ten list of the things I'd like to see making a comeback is recessionary Ireland.
1. Packets of 10 Woodbine. They gave you a really distinctive cough.
2. Milk delivered to your door in a glass bottle by a man driving a horse drawn vehicle. I just love the smell of horse shit first thing in the morning.
3. Great big ugly TV arials protruding from every house. After a severe storm, they provided plenty of work for roofers.
4. Pubs that only sold Guinness, Harp and Smithwicks.
5. Bare foot children with snot dripping from their noses running in and out of tenements.
6. Policemen (women need not apply) cycling around on their beat and doing point duty again.
They were far better at keeping the traffic flowing than any f***ing lights.
7. Family holidays to Mosney.
8. Lady Hazel Lavery on the bank notes and Queen Victoria on the coins.
9. Saturday confession and Sunday mass (in Latin por favor)
10. Real f***king summers with sun shine, no rain and girls running around in little short dresses.