Going to Cork for the weekend with a lady of significance. Well, she’s significant to me, and herself. Such trips usually involve wandering purposefully around Patrick Street, weaving in and out of shops (clothes for her; music and books for me) and reconvening for the taking of alcohol.
This is likely to continue into our dotage, shopping really being the universal hobby of wealthy and otherwise Young Irelanders.
But what happens when you run out of money? What do indigents do at the weekend? I should know, being a vagrant and all, but the information eludes me for the moment. I imagine that the poor vacation in different-coloured squalor. There really should be government support for self-esteem related shopping. Surely, everyone is entitled to buy things they never knew they didn’t want?
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