Jimmy G. , Again.

I cant resist snappin' Jimmy G, just in case, as he says himself, he "might wake up under a pile of dirt tomorrow.."
Down in Joes for the Friday Medicinal as usual, cosied up with Pa Leary and Jack Mac, whiskeys and half ones all round.


Jack Macs reluctance to buy a round prompted this surreal, but topical, exchange...

Jimmy G.; "Hey, tings must be quare bad, Jack Mac bought me a drink!, How do I look, Pa, do I look sick? Or is he the sick one?"
Pa L.; "He's spendin the Christmas Bonus before its took away fom him be The Government Buggit, the cute hoor"
Jimmy G.; "But we wont get the double offa the Social this year, they said, cause the country's entirely FUCKED, or so I'm told"
Pa L.; "Jack reckons The Minnister wont act the bollix with the Pinshinners again, not after that last fiasco over the Meddical Cards up in Dublin"
Jack Mac.; " Its that NAMA bollix, he's after ruining it for all of us, man and beast....'
Pa L.; " That Fuckin Nama, thaat coulda paid every penshin double for the next ninety years, iffin it hadnt been buried to the bollix into them toxic bankers."
Jimmy G.; "Another three small ones, Martin, if you please, before The Revolution starts....'