A History of Ireland in 100 Insults

Wed, Mar 21, 2012, 00:00

Sir, – 156. Your granny’d climb out of her grave for a half-bottle of gin. (Overheard in a classroom in Kilbarrack, in 1985). – Yours, etc,

RODDY DOYLE,

St Lawrence Road,

Clontarf, Dublin 3.

Sir, – 157. Sure that’s as oul’ as tae at a wake. – Yours, etc,

PAULINE COLL,

Rugby Avenue,

Bangor, Co Down.

Sir, – 158. The following was heard when a bus travelling through Mallow in the late 1960s was held up by an elderly lady in a Morris Minor and the bus driver leaned out of the window, saying very politely: “Madam, May your hat be out of fashion by the time you get to town”. – Yours, etc,

NIALL CREMEN,

Corrinview,

Fermoy,

Co Cork.

Sir, – 159. He is about as useful as a chocolate teapot (can be shortened to “He’s a feckin teapot” depending on the amount of vehemence required). – Yours, etc,

MARIE BREEN,

Lissadell Drive, Dublin 12.

Sir, – 160. Go ’way ye Howth man. – Yours, etc,

BRIAN P O CINNEIDE,

Essenwood Road,

Durban, South Africa.