I haven't been on here in ages, and I seen me aul mate Vic's name so popped in. This probably won't go down to well, but... I just read his book, Hitch 22. I'd been meaning to read it for some time. I lashed it after struggling through about two thirds of it. Maybe I'm missing something. But you see these eggheads, I don't get it. I've heard more sense in Giro corner, in the local.
I read the other fellas book, The God Delusion, I lashed that an all after wading through about a third of it. When I asked me aul fella about God, he said, it's a load of aul bollocks, lad. That was enough and me Da didn't get a bean for saying it.
And while I'm at it, that Stephen Fry, what a c*nt. Mohab is my tosspot. Bullshit, is my fortune more likes. Our Alfie makes more sense. He's only 3. And I can fuck him off home when he starts getting on my wick, but I can't turn me telly on without one of these Quite Interesting bastards earning a fortune for something that isn't funny or one bit enlightening.
I know a mentalist like meself could read Shakespeare for the rest of me life, and never understand it. But the fact is, I do understand old Billy. This gang of geniuses, well, I suppose if you talk posh and your face fits. But I'd honestly rather listen to the aul fellas in Giro corner all day long, and I'd not only learn a bit, I'd get a laugh out of it an all.