What ho, chaps! As a gentleman of standing in the upper echelons of society I often come into, shall we say, tender morsels of information that, should they be released, would cause ructions, old trout. Ructions!
Just today, for example, I came into the possession of two stunning morsels of salubrious information. The first?
Ivor Callely’s Phone Invoice Scandal!
The first envelope this morning contained one of the most sought after scraps of paper in the State. Suck on that, Fintan. Old Harper bests you again – I have it right here. Look upon this scanned JPEG and dispair, old trout. As the lower classes would say – suck it, bitches.
The Gentlemen's Room 