Sir, – To add to Frank McNally’s list (An Irishman’s Diary, March 14th): 138. If work was in bed, he’d sleep on the floor! – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 140. A flawed pedigree. 141. He’s the kind of a fellow who’d carry you from here to Jerusalem on his back and break your neck leaving you down. 142. I don’t care what everyone else says about you. I think you’re sound out. 143. I wouldn’t put her in charge of a haggard of sparrows. 144. There was fellas like you here long ’go too. 145. He’d get up on himself if he could turn around fast enough. 146. He couldn’t mind mice at a crossroads. 147. The mother was worse. 148. As useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking competition. 149. He wouldn’t be too sound on the national question. 150. If he was chocolate he’d eat himself. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 152. She has a face like a plateful of mortal sins. 153. He’s no oil painting. 154. Sure I knew him when he didn’t have an arse to his trousers. 155. He wouldn’t give you the steam off his p**s. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 151. Your mother wears Docs in the shower! – Yours, etc.