Capturing a moment in the city, a piece of the past leaking into the present.
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November 21st, 2005 at 5:22 pm
It’d be lovely only a fucking tinker parked his nag in the way.
November 21st, 2005 at 5:35 pm
Thanks I needed some deflating. Welcome to the old place, make yourself at home.
November 21st, 2005 at 6:14 pm
I recognise that horse and cart. They were always around Smithfield being driven by a ragged oul fella with a face like a broken shoe.
November 21st, 2005 at 10:37 pm
Here shut up about my Da you!
November 22nd, 2005 at 2:26 pm
I thought you looked familiar.
November 22nd, 2005 at 4:55 pm
‘Clogs’ Murphy they called me in school.
November 23rd, 2005 at 10:52 pm
In my defence, it was horribly funny when I thought of it.