Things have been rather busy here at the Manor over the last few days.
I won’t say I have nothing to write about, rather there is a proliferation of pieces of news that are just so off the wall that it’s difficult to take them seriously.
Take for example the little snippet of news that our Great Boys in Blue have managed to breathalyse nearly 2,000,000 drivers over four years? That is a considerable achievement as it must be around the total number of vehicles on the road? They then recanted and said they were sorry, but it was only a bit over 1,000,000. Sure fuckit anyone can make a simple mistake, and I’m sure someone was adding them up and carried one when they shouldn’t have?
A million breath tests are pretty impressive though all the same. Having never seen them testing anywhere, they must be all concentrated in one area, probably breath testing one poor bastard every five yards he travels. Those Gardaí can really come down on a bloke if they take a dislike to him. He’s probably a publican who refused to serve the sergeant a pint after closing time.
Then there is Norris whinging about his pay. Any respect I ever had for that bloke has gone right out the window. He’s on €65,000 a year, plus a handsome pension from the universities and he’s bitching about not getting a pay rise? He compares politicians to captains of industry and implies that all politicians should not only get triple pay but that it should be index linked. Fuck that for a game of soldiers.
I got a pay rise recently. Yes, my state pension went up thanks to the largesse of our glorious Lords and Masters. €3.60 a week! I honestly don’t know what to do with this new found wealth. It will go a long way towards paying for a pint, which would be good for my health maybe? Or I could save it for about twenty years and get a holiday? If I save it for an entire year I would almost have half the cost of my fucking house tax.
Or maybe I should get a job as a senator and grab myself a cushy €65,000?