Faces I could never tire of kicking – 10
Fourteen years ago I started my Faces collection.
These are people who regularly crop up who really deserve a good walloping, maybe because they are extremely irritating or maybe just because I think they deserve it.
There is one face that keeps cropping up in the last few years and the sight makes me cringe every time. It looks ever likely that he is to become an almost permanent feature of the news now.
I refer of course to Simon Harris.
For those of you not familiar with this little worm, he is our local Wicklow representative, God help us. [Oh the shame of it!] It is looking very likely that he is about to become the leader of Fine Gael and thus our new Taoiseach [Prime Minister], now that Varadkar has resigned.
This lad is ambitious. There is ambition where a person might like to see himself rise in the ranks and then there is rabid ambition where he will get there at any cost and God help anyone who gets in his way. I suspect Harris is of the latter persuasion as he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and landed the job of Minister for Health during the Covid fiasco. Naturally he made a bollicks of the job and was moved to another ministry [Higher Education?]. Now he is front runner to lead the country.
I can’t stand the cunt. He comes across as a smarmy little fuck who talks to us in such a condescending manner as if he were our closest friend and he oh so sincerely understands our problems.
He definitely is deserving of a size eleven hob-nailed.
That picture looks like it was AI generated, extremely Photoshopped or just created using fancy stuff on Smart Phones that plooky teenage girls with buck teeth use to “correct” their soshul meedja profile portrait. Look at that hairline near the ears. If this was Oor Catherine, Princess of Wales the press fake photo experts would be all over it. In a purely metaphorical way.
I would not risk my boot on that smarmy visage. It would probably skite off that greasy surface and I would injure myself.
No, Four feet of four by two would do the job nicely, and with a bit of luck he will catch a skelf or three.
Also, a comment on his sartorial excellence. His tie is loose. It needs tightening by a few inches. Mind you, he probably has one of these snap-off ties, just in case he meets one of his adoring constituents
I would say there was a wee touch of touch-up all right. He usually has his brow furrowed in his “frightfully concerned” look. He’s only a young pup anyway. I realised yesterday that the wee snot is exactly half my age and is a fair but younger than Daughter. This is the bloke who is about to be our leader?
Never mind ’bout him: THIS JUST IN – Is it about a bicycle?
Flann O’Brien would have been proud…
Ah yes. A long running story.
But how about this little gem?
Tee Hee they sniggered 🙂