I went to the opera last night in our National Concert Hall. I made a real effort getting ready. I put on a formal shirt, a jacket, the whole lot. I left the house feeling pretty cool, pretty confident, pretty slick.
Five minutes later I stepped in dog poo!
I bet that sort of thing never happens to James Bond.
Words from an Irishman on his way home...
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment