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So, yesterday I was taking the bus through the southside - a posh area I rarely venture into - and was entertained along the way by the conversation the young woman in the seat behind me was having on her mobile phone. She was talking about a friend of hers who is, apparently, currently juggling two suitors.
Bachelor #1 lives in a humongous house in Killiney (where the likes of U2 live), owned by his filthy rich parents in London, who send him a weekly allowance of €250 "for food". (Har. Wonder how much of that actually goes to nose candy.)
Bachelor #2 is in his first year of college, and has just been made CEO of his daddy's newest company.
So I was sitting there thinking jeeeeez, what a pair of insufferable mommy's boys these two must be. Probably incapable of tying their shoes on their own. Would bore you to tears before they'd finished telling you their names. And yet without a trace of irony the woman on the bus said of her friend, "She knows how to pick them!"
Sometimes I think I'm not just in the wrong country, but on the wrong planet.
Bachelor #1 lives in a humongous house in Killiney (where the likes of U2 live), owned by his filthy rich parents in London, who send him a weekly allowance of €250 "for food". (Har. Wonder how much of that actually goes to nose candy.)
Bachelor #2 is in his first year of college, and has just been made CEO of his daddy's newest company.
So I was sitting there thinking jeeeeez, what a pair of insufferable mommy's boys these two must be. Probably incapable of tying their shoes on their own. Would bore you to tears before they'd finished telling you their names. And yet without a trace of irony the woman on the bus said of her friend, "She knows how to pick them!"
Sometimes I think I'm not just in the wrong country, but on the wrong planet.