Sometimes a place gets under your skin and crawls around like an insect. You scratch but it doesn’t go away.
I hear mammy singin and she’s lyin in the bath splashin water she must think she’s swimmin the Lantic sea.
Do you know how to play bingo, you do? Well if you don’t, what are ye doing here? I’m only slagging with ye!
I look at him and I see a life. It’s strange, but getting to know him, I seem to have got to know myself.