Little heart, pit-a-pat
Jun. 16th, 2004 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundSo I was coming in to work this morning, and all the 1904 messenger boys and girls were gathering outside the Mansion House for their Bloomsday cycle, and -
oh, friends, I barely know how to contain my excitement sufficiently to allow me to tell you this -
I passed within ten feet of Royston Brady, our beloved and revered Lord Mayor! In his necklace!
Earth has not anything to show more fair, I'm sure you'll agree.
[Note for those unfamiliar with Dublin politics: the above is saturated with a virulently snide brand of sarcasm.]
oh, friends, I barely know how to contain my excitement sufficiently to allow me to tell you this -
I passed within ten feet of Royston Brady, our beloved and revered Lord Mayor! In his necklace!
Earth has not anything to show more fair, I'm sure you'll agree.
[Note for those unfamiliar with Dublin politics: the above is saturated with a virulently snide brand of sarcasm.]
