Are you yanking my chain? It's not just winos shopping there these days. Check out the SUVs in the corpork.

Half of South Dublin's in there getting the cheap Corn Flakes - except, because they're made in focking Tblisi, they're called Korn Fleiks. Or something.

Some dude called Crispin in Kinsale is there, "Had 2 do sum business wit sum foxrock boys recently, must admit you lads are way ahead of ur station, let the real money do d talking. None of ur 3 hours 2 drive home down here matey!"

Crispin - I know Kinsale like the back of my hand. They can give you goys Dubes, yachts and all the Pims you could drink - but it's still the bog. And five miles out of town it still smells like a piggery.

Some dude called Arnie goes, "Did u see d doco on d irish rugby team on tv last wk? Wondered wot ev else tought of Drico's 'we've been good, i'll giv u dat - but we could be great' speech. Personally i tink ireland could hav won d grand slam had d captain given a peptalk at halftime instead of doing impressions of you."

The goy so wants to be me, it's not even funny anymore.

Some dude who doesn't give his name is there, "A sociology professor once gave us a lecture about 'ireland as a classless society'. Discuss."

Anyone who wants to live in a class-less society should be advised that there's already one - it's called Terenure.

Lorcan in D24 is like, "Delighted the elections over but sad I won't get to see the posters of Ann Marie Martin anymore when driving thru crumlin.

Give us a pic for the memories."

I presume you don't mean a pic of Crumlin. For that you'll have to go to the Heddild - our photographers won't go out that far.