Polo
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What the fuck is the explanation for this city's preponderence of ageing cocks with the same hair cut they had in 1985? You know the kind of arsehole I'm talking about: They may have been in a band once, or known Bono, or they may actually be Bono. They would like you to think that they spent the mid-1980s moving from dole queue to gig and back, sporting that same incredibly irritating tucked behind the ears long hair and wearing sunglasses in pubs.
And as they get older and jowlier they seem to spend even more time having their picture in the fucking Sunday Independent along with a little colour piece about their art and how Bono once let them drink his piss. Does every city have its fucking Guggis and Gavin Fridays and Barry Egans or are we uniquely blessed?
And as they get older and jowlier they seem to spend even more time having their picture in the fucking Sunday Independent along with a little colour piece about their art and how Bono once let them drink his piss. Does every city have its fucking Guggis and Gavin Fridays and Barry Egans or are we uniquely blessed?