Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

The residents of Can town are looking forward to the Fleadh which is to deswcend upon the town at the end of August. Those who are looking forward to it the most are the town’s publicans, who number in their ranks the odd councillor, senator and other assorted political low life. How Cavan town was awarded the Fleadh in the first place is beyond me. There isn’t adequate infrastructure, and there not enough hotel or guesthouse places to go round, prompting an initiative to encourages the cash-starved people of Cavan to make a bit of extra dosh by letting out spare rooms, and failing that a kennel.

 Let us imagine Cavan town in the Fleadh’s aftermath, a scene of broken bottles, pilled drink, vomit, broken glass and discarded condoms (you see, there are still a couple of Cavan lads who haven’t got the hang of condoms.)

 But I have been told by one Fleadh head that this will not happen. A fleadh was held not long ago where the only problems were caused by … wait for it … “foreigners”. Now what constitutes a Foreigner here I wonder. I suspect that quite a large number of those attending will be non Irish people, but of course, they’ll be white.

 The clean-up will be left to Cavan County Council staff. There are fewer of them – the cutbacks you know. But why shouldn’t Whacko Jacko and some of the councillors go out with his pooper-scooper?

 I like a good b low out, especially one accompanied by good music and friendly females (though I suspect some Fleadh aficionados have different tastes, the legacy of so long spent on the road). I had the reputation of someone who really knew how to push the boat out.

 I am no party pooper, but I’m definitely not a party puker either. When having a good time I have always ensured that I deposit my bodily fluids only in warm and concealed spaces.