- Do you know what, Pat, said Mrs Pat.
- I don’t, Nora. What is it?
- Pat, you’re after gettin’ a bit pudgy from all them overly-filling dinners in the smoke-filled rooms while you were planning your campaign.
- ‘Twasn’t dinners, Nora. ‘Twas bags of chips. I have to be honest with you.
- Of course, said Mrs Pat. They don’t call you Honest Pat for nothin’.
- Ninety-nine percent honest, Nora, twinkled Pat. That’s me. As honest as they come.
- Anyway, Pat, what I wanted to tell you is this. The postman arrived with your new superhero outfit. Patman.
- Ah that’s great, Nora.
- ‘Tisn’t Pat. Like I said, you’re gone a bit tubby and you won’t look great in that superhero underpants thing, even with a cape. You won’t look great on the TV when you’re saving babies from the tops of skyscrapers and sweeping up super villains by the scruff of the neck.
- That’s true, Nora. So what’ll I do instead? I wouldn’t like to let the Earth people down if I’m going to be a member of Limerick Ciry Council.
- Well, Pat. I have an idea. Why don’t you wear your blazer and comfortable slacks while you’re fighting earthquakes and blowing out forest fires? You’d look much better, especially with that little silk hanky tucked into your pocket, in case you ever needed to wipe your manly brow while saving the planet.
- Well feck it, Nora, do you know what? I never thought of that. Damn me, I’ll give it a try.
- Do Pat. Get off them old pyjamas now and change into your superblazer. Go out there and TAKE NO SHIT!!!
- I won’t Nora. I’ll take NO FECKIN SHIT AT ALL!!!
Tags: limerick, Local election, Pat O'Sullivan
May 13, 2009 at 12:37 am |
A man can’t go far wrong with a silk hanky tucked in his pocket, now, can he. It just screams “honesty” at ye, like. Solid. That’s what people want. Solidity.
And colour coordination. I’m a big fan of colour coordination.