The council has come under fire from angry residents after
resurfacing the main road outside the local primary school five times this
week.
“It’s a fecking
joke,” one resident told us, “they’ve the whole place blocked up night and day.
Dropping off and picking up the kids in the SUV is a nightmare.”
Local bargain hunter Mary Meaney has revealed her gruelling
training regime that she hopes will score her dream deal this Friday.
“Last year’s Black
Friday was a wake-up call,” said Meaney “a granny in a mobility scooter
wrestled the last pair of wireless headphones from me. I realised that I had
work to do to compete.”
A highly suggestible local woman has completely lost the plot and now believes she is Jessica Fletcher after binge watching the complete Murder She Wrote box set.
Angela Angle, who was bored senseless at
home recuperating from a heavy flu, borrowed the box set from her sister as a
desperation measure and was soon hooked.
In addition to getting her hair set, and
assuming a supercilious, nosey air, Angle purchased a vintage typewriter which
she is using to bash out lurid, second-rate crime fiction.
As a dentist one question I’m often asked by patients is
which type of toothpaste they should buy. Usually I point them in the direction
of a leading commercial brand and send them on their merry way.
However, the honest answer is, I just don’t know. I don’t
have a fucking clue. There’s just so many different types making different
claims that I find the whole thing utterly bewildering.
Local pedant William Q. Halibut has ignited controversy in
the music world by insisting that Axl Rose was talking through his hoop in the
lyrics to Guns ‘n’ Roses famous hit November
Rain.
“Well,” said
Halibut as he pushed his glasses up his nose, “it’s nonsense if you stop and
think about it.”
In the song Rose
states that it is hard to “hold a candle in the cold November rain.” Halibut
claims that holding a candle in November rain, or indeed any inclement weather
conditions, would not prove problematic.
Local man Jimmy Power has raised heckles down the pub after claiming that he could have played in the Premier League if he’d had “the same training as the professional lads.”
Power (25), who
played as a goal-scoring winger up to U-16 level for his school team, made the
claim as he watched two Premier League sides battle to a dour scoreless draw on
the telly.
“Just give me
the training,” stated Power, who had consumed several pints of stout, “And I’ll
bang the goals in.”
Local father Freddie
Myers has already eaten all his family’s Halloween sweets and confected a
flimsy pretext for his gluttony.
Myers, who is working
from home during the school mid-term break, had initially opened a fun pack of
Giant Buttons as “a treat” for the kids as they watched Ratatouille on Netflix.
Local student Shane McShane remains a virgin, despite going
around town boasting about all the riding he’s doing up in the big city.
McShane has recently
started an Electronic Engineering degree, but is still returning home at the
weekends so his Mammy can wash his clothes and give him a proper feed of spuds.
“The Chickadees
love a man with a large protractor,” he told friends down the pub, “and there’s
none bigger than mine.”
McShane has
further proven his manhood by swaggering from pub to pub, displaying his roll
of unused condoms to anyone showing an interest, and many who don’t.
“You’ve gotta be
prepared,” he was heard advising a group of anxious 5th years over
cans in the local park.
However, McShane
has confided to his best friend, who confided in Down the Town News, that he
not only remains a virgin, but hasn’t got so much as “a bit of boob” in the
city.
Johnny Rosewater, who has asked to remain
anonymous, said that McShane was always useless with the girls anyway, and that
the city women were “far too sophisticated for that gobshite.”
In cruel, and frankly unnecessary, additional
detail, he added that McShane’s mammy “still irons his jocks.”
Rosewater, like
McShane is still believed to be a virgin, along with every other young fella
from the parish who has left for college this year.
A Local content
enthusiast has been awarded the freedom of the town after successfully watching
every single program on Netflix.
Large crowds turned out at town hall to watch
Tom O’Hawk, who has watched every single minute of those awful Adam Sandler
films and all the other shite everyone skips over, receive a ceremonial Golden
Remote from the Mayor.
“I didn’t think it was such a big deal,”
said a bemused O’Hawk, who dressed for the occasion in his standard Netflix viewing
outfit of black shorts and old white t-shirt. “The town must be really gone to
shit if they’re celebrating something like this.”
O’Hawk, who admitted to having watched
only a moderate amount of Netflix until losing his job six months ago, said
that there had been “fuck all else” to do between trips to the post office and
futile attempts at job searching.
“Tom is a role-model for the young people
of the town,” said the Mayor. “Losing his job could have sent him into the
usual spiral of drink, drugs and enforced prostitution, but instead he picked
himself up, focused on a goal, and achieved the impossible.”
Asked how he planned to follow up this
momentous achievement, O’Hawk shrugged and mumbled something about downloading
a VPN and trying out US Netflix. His ambition knows no bounds.