I live in Northern Ireland, regular Ireland's quirky, bombing prone little brother. Don't get us confused. Depending on which of us you offend, you'll be knee capped by terrorists, urinated on by drunk leprechauns or knee-urinated by leprechaun terrorists.
As you were reading this, I froze the back of your head and removed part of your brain. You may experience headaches and hallucinations about pink elephants, talking bananas or something really ridiculous like an active social life.
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