Oh - and I have been pitted. It wasn’t all that hoot-ful. One lives in hope.
Oh just fuck off. Martyrs’ crosses are so 2000 years ago.
Always an arrgument winner. When you’re 7.
:rolleyes:
Quick someone call the Paddy Wagon !
>>>> Exit stage right. Persued by green clad, EuroTrash
Exeunt. I hope.
oh, and claiming that you’re “telling it like it is” and other have to “get with the programme” is the height of intellectual discourse?
You have no interest in actually debating anything, you just assume that you are right and everyone else is an imbicile for not agreeing with you.
one again, just fuck off.
have you got a point ? Or are we finished here ?
Speaking of buskers (like we were a few pages ago), if you’re in the Grafton Street area this afternoon, check out the two young lads in front of Brown Thomas - one with an acoustic guitar and one with an electric. They’re superb. They get a spontaneous round of applause every time they finish a song, and an actual queue of people to put money in their guitar case.
I have just been out for my lunch in sunny(ish) London , and have come to this conclusion:
Beggars: make your own mind up.
Middle class student cunts in tabards asking if I could spare five minutes for Cancer research/blind elephants/the baby jesus/cats with cancer etc: These people should be flensed and then dipped in boiling vinegar. And while qwe’re at it those pile-suckers who pretend to be statues? Fuck them and the horses they rode in on. Standing still is NOT a fucking talent you cock-knockers. Get haircuts and jobs.
Agreed. It’s actually worse than mimes, who at least are trying to do something.
owlstretchingtime - agreed. The “fucker that paints himself blue” that I spoke of a few pages ago is one. What a wanker.
As one comedian said. “Take out a few euros from your pocket. Then walk up to his cash-basket, bend slightly, and then freeze with the cash still in your hand. - See if he thinks you’re any good…”
hee hee…
Tell me about it. Problem is, it is a job. They’re on commission. These shitpots stand outside my office all day every day. It’s a different set of fuckers every day, too, so every morning when I go out for a cigarette I say “I work here and I come out here for my cigarette all the time, so please don’t accost me”. Yesterday, this doofus heard my spiel, nodded, and then and then went into his patter anyway for fucking hours. When I told him I’d done charity sector work myself, but voluntarily, he proceeded to tell me how much commission he was on and how he was creaming at least €500 a week take-home out of people; this despite him still having a holier-than-thou attitude coz he was working for charity. Spunkbubble.
Well, to me, the 
reads as you being amused because you have stirred the shit pot. From that thread and this thread, I am given the impression that you like to deliberately push people’s buttons. You aren’t interested in getting other views at all and you could easily say your piece in a less confrontational manner. But hey, that wouldn’t so amusing to you, would it?
Ruadh, sorry yes I did mean some of them not all of them.
TwistofFate,
I dont know how many it was built for, its been around longer then I have.
As for available amenities yes there are toilets and water facilities.
As for the Educational reading, If its to tell me that they dont actually call themselves that, then Im not interested, I know what Ive heard. Anyway its not like I use the word, it just doesnt bother me so much if other people do.
There’s where you’re wrong, old chap. What you actually do is say it like you think it is. This opinion is disagreeable to some people, and your manner disagreeable to many. Hence the general ire directed towards you.
Jeez, you’d have hoped Trinity was producing better debate than this these days.
I went to UCD.
Apologies.
Most of them are. The Concern ones aren’t. They’re on a set wage. There was a segment on Morning Ireland about it a week or two ago.
Since we seem to be on the subject, I never actually give to the Concern guys on the street, or indeed any of the charity workers. It’s not that i think they’re all scamming bastards, but I don’t trust them all the same. I have a Direct Debit set up on my account that goes every month to Concern (the only charity that I actually donate to). It’s not a big amount, but it is many, many times the €2.00 they’re always shiteing on about…
Anyway, the problem is that I live in the City Centre (D.2) and I walk Grafton st, & Stephens Green, twice a day, every day. These charity dudes approach me everyday and start saying their usual crap. I have explained that I give my money by Direct Debit, but they still do it. These people must recognize me - I pass them everyday. It makes me feel like a prick - just walking by them.
None of the other people on the street know that I give by DD, they just think I’m an ignorant prick. It’s not my fault. If I was to give €1.00 to each of them, twice a day, thats about 10 people x 2 x (at least) 5 days per week x (at least) 48 weeks a year. Thats
10 x 2 x 5 x 48. Thats nearly 5,000 on top of what I already donate. I can’t afford that !
Anyway, just me going off on another one…
So far I’ve been approached by Concern, Gorta, Debra Butterfly Kids and Amnesty. Since I have a direct debit to two of them already and mrs jjimm is a member of a third, I tell them they can have a donation. Which they’re not allowed to accept. BWA HAA HAA HAAAA.