Reading my way through the online comments posted in response to Cheryl Morgan's post about the banning of a hard-name-to-spell uberfan's banning from a comics con, I'm amazed once again at the lengths the Irish go to in order to make ourselves look like a bunch of bog-trotting backwater wankers who fight with our own shadows on the flimsiest of pretexts, presumably while laid on our backs launching alcohol-infused urine into the atmosphere and laughing though our rotted teeth before expressing amazement that we've just pissed in our own faces yet again. No matter how that matter is eventually resolved for good or ill, Ireland still comes off as the abode of small-time hobbyists rather than dedicated professionals. Sad.
Still, at least now I have a reason to keep drinking - to fit in.
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