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Friday 22 March 2013

Dan Lowry's Tavern, 13 MacCurtain St, Cork City, Ireland.

Dan puts forward a slobby slackjawed barman with a dirt caked t-shirt and the arrogance of Joseph Goebbels
If you’re ever unfortunate enough to find yourself in Cork City or south west Oireland a quick visit to this pub/restaurant is recommended.
My first1 visit here was on a rainy Tuesday morning intending to have a coffee; just to kill time and let the showers clear. When I entered the sight that confronted me still sends shivers down my spine: what I can truly describe as a troglodyte (dictionary definition — person of degraded, primitive, or brutal character) stood behind the bar.

Wednesday 20 March 2013

Ulysses, Irish Ferries Limited, Dublin, Ireland

A Master-at-Arms who was legless and a Captain aggressively defending a snarling imbecile

A ship’s Captain and crew who’d shock.
I got yet another dose of atrocious Pict civility aboard Irish Ferries' Ulysses while travelling from Holyhead to Dublin. Having boarded this boat in Wales I approached reception in order to collect the pass-card to my cabin.
When I offered the receipt that entitled me to this cabin the receptionist, instead of accepting it in a civil manner, snapped it like a feral dog would snap a piece of meat – she accompanied this act of viciousness with a vicious snarl.

Tuesday 19 March 2013

CORK CITY AND ITS RELATIONSHIP WITH MONKEYS

Here is an exercise that might help if you’re teaching monkeys to read and speak (this is not so far-fetched as they have being doing this in a Cork College and a Cork Training Centre for years).

The monkeys will practice putting each caption with its appropriate picture.

Friday 15 March 2013

Quay's Restaurant, Quay Street, Galway City, Ireland.

His way of dealing with ubiquitous Galway bullying was to rub the vegetables against his anus

A dead body lay in a Galway food supplier’s freezer for almost 10-years. As the cadaver decayed and putrefied a lot of food had to have been contaminated.
While holidaying in Galway City we heard some horrific tales regarding this restaurant: claims about idiotic staff with the mentality of deranged gibbons.
In provincial Irish cities we always take such claims seriously due to our many bad experiences in them.
Cork City is a very good example of the deranged Irish mentality. It's quite disgusting where, against all professional advice and warnings of danger, these morons situated an airport.
One evening in a Galway City pub we enquired of two Wicklow girls as to where might be a good place to eat. Like a lot of people we are aware of the many slackjawed bastards who operate tourist catering businesses in Galway and we didn’t want to be poisoned.
The Food Safety Authority of Ireland (FSAI) are so backward and incompetent that a fish supplier, in Galway City, had a dead human body in his freezer for 10 years. Imagine the fluids leaking from this cadaver and saturating the fish, which is then going to be eaten in restaurants and takeaways. What sort of dirty bastard doesn’t defrost or clean their freezer for 10 years? A troop of chimpanzees would be cleaner than that. Are the Galway natives dirty bastards or what? Hence our precaution in choosing a place to dine.
Diners might have got a taste of Ireland via a staff member's rectum.
They directed us to a place on Foster St, and then one of them added the caveat: “that under no circumstances should you ever go to the Quays restaurant.”
She exhibited a clear assuredness while supplying this supplementary information, which left us wanting to hear more. And our curiosity was readily satisfied.
They explained that they were students at Galway University and that one of them had done a stint as a part-time waitress in the Quays restaurant; it was a colleague who worked here as a prep-chef who had severely soured her view of the place.
She related to us how bullying was common-place in the Quays, and that the prep-chef, who was mentally subnormal, was especially targeted by the management – bullying is typical of the inbred cowardly bastards who’s to be found in Galway City.
It transpired that he didn’t take this bullying lying down, but his way of dealing with it could only result from centuries of mongrelism.
She went on to relate how the Quays get a lot on American customers who are quite fond, no matter how warm the weather, of Irish-stew – these are most-likely Irish-Americans who are seeking a taste of the old country.
It's amazing that the rat-like cunning Paddies
left evidence of this outrage on-line. Initial
reports said the body lay in the freezer for
nearly ten years. Have the Paddies here
been euphemistic with their reporting?
According to the ex-waitress the prep-chef focused his resentments on these customers rather than on his tormentors – very very typical of the cowardly Oirish natives.
He had two ways of getting even, via the customers, and both involved the Irish-stew. The least pernicious of these was his sneaking in dog food and throwing it in the stew pot – the slack-jaw would have found this too expensive, but he had something else up his sleeve, or more pertinently, his underpants.
His other act of vengeance, alleged the ex-waitress, was much more sinister, to paraphrase her: “one evening I walked into the kitchen and saw him shove a handful of diced vegetables down the back of his trousers; he was rubbing them against his bottom and then putting them into the pot to cook”.
She basically said that the inbred dirty bastard was smearing, what customers were going to eat, with shit.
Whatever about the merits of these claims, what I do know is that you will meet some atrocious Neanderthal-minded pieces-of-shit working in pubs and restaurants in and around Galway city. I’ve encountered some of the most horrendously disgusting service staff in Galway and Cork cities as well as in Ireland’s south-west generally. And when a bar or restaurant owner will put aggressive ignoramus bastards at front of house, you’d have to wonder what type of Troglodyte might they find suitable for the kitchen.
Another thing about Galway that lends credence to what the ex-waitress said is that the west of Ireland is saturated with Cryptosporidium: this disease arose here because of the appalling backward way they have of dealing with sanitation – it’s a disease that’s found mostly in third-world countries. Raw untreated sewage has been found flowing straight into rivers across this part of Ireland, and right down the west coast as far as Cork – the Neanderthal mindset pertains over much of the western half of Ireland.  
Not only is it deadly to drink tap water in Galway city it’s even dangerous to take a shower or bathe in it. A short walk along the seafront in Salthill, Galway city will reveal copious amounts of shit and toilet paper washing up on the beach. Would monkeys shit and urinate in their bathing water? 

If these backward tribal morons cant even dispose of their sewage in a proper manner what hope is there of running a food outlet with any type of propriety or decency?

Monday 11 March 2013

Deirdre O’Sullivan, Cork College of Commerce, Cork, Ireland.

"The financial crisis will be over in a matter of weeks," snarled Ms O'Sullivan aggressively
O'Sullivan's principal, Helen Ryan.
In September 2008 I expressed the widely held opinion to Deirdre O’Sullivan that the Irish economy was going to take years to return to anything nearing normality.  
Considering that the IMF and ECB had just bailed out the country; and Current Affairs programmes and newspapers ran continual articles on the State’s finances it didn’t take Einsteinic astuteness to know this.

Saturday 2 March 2013

Mrs Whelan, An Post, North Main Street, Cork City, Ireland.

Mrs Whelan, a post mistress who's as coarse and stupid as a lobotomised baboon ...

The two-bit premises on North
Main St where the ignoramus
Mrs Whelan enjoys bullying
the vulnerable.
The mentality and conduct of Mrs Whelan, the post-mistress in this Irish provincial post-office, would deflate a person’s lungs. She’s coarse, ignoramus and really likes to throw her weight around. The first thought that probably enters her head when she wakes in the morning is about who she might bully that particular day. She’s a perfect example of the typical Irish bitch who’d breed scumbags like the little female bastards who, Seamus Fahy alleged, beat and prodded him with sweeping brushes in St Brigid’s hospital, Ballinasloe, Co Galway.