What’s scary is that this is an aspirational photo. The best you can hope for as a 45 year old Irishwoman is a tiny cottage with a broken plastered fireplace painted two shades of shit-brown, faded-watercolored wallpaper in a jittery scream inducing pattern, and being sung to by a still hungover nephew already into his third pint at 2 p.m. Oh, and looking like you’re 87. And waiting for a rusty teapot to boil from a wood fire using the wood beams from the upstairs level that you can’t make it up the stairs to anymore. Really, you’d be better off dead.
March 16th, 2012 at 9:24 am
Live at home.
I like the ceramic symmetry.
March 16th, 2012 at 10:39 am
willie, sure and you be lookin’ just a wee pale. you musn’t drink so many lagers with your breaky…
April 1st, 2012 at 6:32 am
Looks like a wasted Elvis at Father Ted’s cottage on Craggy Island.
April 11th, 2012 at 12:49 pm
What’s scary is that this is an aspirational photo. The best you can hope for as a 45 year old Irishwoman is a tiny cottage with a broken plastered fireplace painted two shades of shit-brown, faded-watercolored wallpaper in a jittery scream inducing pattern, and being sung to by a still hungover nephew already into his third pint at 2 p.m. Oh, and looking like you’re 87. And waiting for a rusty teapot to boil from a wood fire using the wood beams from the upstairs level that you can’t make it up the stairs to anymore. Really, you’d be better off dead.