deco[y]
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- Joined
- Sep 25, 2001
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So the minister for transport gets off the plane for some fucking junkett over in Thailand no doubt and gets all confused by the roadsigns that the corpo, in their enlightened and conserted efforts to push traffic policy forward in this slum, have rolled out. What does he do? He marches into the city managers office and gets them to stop on the policy.
Does the feckin' gombeen not know his way around the capital of the city he works in?
On a brighter note, sailing down an practically empty Fitzwillaim st and Parnell sq from a choked Dorset st this morning was a delight and made me feel like I was on a Critical mass. Even O connell street was notably clearer of traffic.
I still nearly got squashed a couple of times by artics on the quays. Ban them!
Does the feckin' gombeen not know his way around the capital of the city he works in?
On a brighter note, sailing down an practically empty Fitzwillaim st and Parnell sq from a choked Dorset st this morning was a delight and made me feel like I was on a Critical mass. Even O connell street was notably clearer of traffic.
I still nearly got squashed a couple of times by artics on the quays. Ban them!