Tales from the Old Mills

By Oldmills

Saoirse.


She got her Confirmation today.

Saoirse, in Irish, means "Freedom".

Not a lot of that in Dublin Town at the moment.

Between the Queen of Englands visit last week, and Mr Barack Obama this week, the city has been a virtual no-go zone, with barriers and restrictions and security checks and specially trained (crotch) sniffer dogs.

Im inclined to agree with our newest native conspiracy theorist, Jim Corr.

In the last couple of months, we have had the IMF, the ECB, QE2, the Dalai Lama, and POTUS swanning around the place, making us tidy things up and generally behaving ourselves.

SOMETHING is going on, and we are in the middle of it.

I think, meself, that an emissary from an extraterrestrial warfleet is going to land in Roscommon or some other Godforsaken barren bit of this Septic Isle, and the VIPs are checking the place out ahead of the big pow-wow.

Bring it on, and prepare to CHEW ELECTRIC DEATH, ALIEN SCUM!!!!!!!!!

We didnt fear the Viking hordes, nor the Crown Forces, so we will EAT YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT LIKE BUBBLES!!!!!!!!

I need a little lie down now.

(Watch the skies, brethern, and remember........just because you are paranoid, it doesnt mean that they arent out to get you....)**

**(The blip you have just read will self-destruct in five seconds, and was written in green crayon and Klingon, just in case.....)

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