This was a letter that was written in Fridays Irish news,,Gota Love it. classic ::
The Modern Irish Colleen has its Princess, I spotted
her in central Belfast,hand in hand with her prince.
The Big Boned young woman had it all- The exposed Lower
Back Tattoo with knotted string underwear, a neckline that
almost met the hemline in the middle and a bottle tan
that lit up the night with a radioactive carrot. Mobile
pressed to her ear she chatted happily while the man took care
of business against a shop front carefully angling so as to
avoid splashing (and they say romance is dead).
He was pencil thin and bedecked in drug dealer bling. Standing there togther
they looked like the number 81.
I wish i had a camera that night, not to take a picture of them
but rather of my face. My expressoin must
have been priceless.
Well thank f**k wasnt to take a picture of me and number 8 on sat night i wouldnt hav wanted to be in the papers,, the expression on my face would hav been also priceless