In 1904 when Leopold Bloom had a day out in town there must have been no poor people, everyone had shoes and us Dubs must have been the best dressed in the Empire.A load of boll...
In 1904 when Leopold Bloom had a day out in town there must have been no poor people, everyone had shoes and us Dubs must have been the best dressed in the Empire.A load of boll...
Reckon the whole thing is just another episode to bleed the diaspora and other tourists always found it strange that we have a day that celebrates a book that is famous for being unreadable.
Last edited by D.24saint; 17th June 2013 at 12:03 PM.
National pretentious orsehole day.
It's the hypocrisy of it that sickens me. All these toffs are allowed, nay encouraged, to reenact one part of the book by strolling around town talking shite. But the time they caught me cracking one off watching a burd sunbathing on Sandymount Strand, totally different attitude...
We are at war with Eurasia. We've always been at war with Eurasia.
James Joyce walks into a bar and the barman says, "Why the long phrase?"