I bought some Christmas cards in November (from a homeless charity.) With the cost of the cards (charity much deserving), the stamps—national and international—the photos I've sent, the giant over-sized envelopes, etc. I've paid out a fortune on fuckers who'll just bin my bollocks and won't give it a moment's notice!
I'm the giant fucking eejit supporting Big Stamp (An Post), Big Card (Coco Pops (read Coors) box) and Big Photo (FujiFilm, the dirty ******* bastards...) Bah Humbug! And all this after the seasonal hire wankers at An Post have been absolute gobshites when it comes to the package I was expecting so I could get my return to work going. An opportunity I think I've now lost. FFS! The hooers!
I'm complaining to my TD! (Jerry Buttimer, ofc. What I'd do for a Healy-Rae! Shur, God love us! NO MORE POTHOLES!)