Spending A Penny Dreadful
Jan 4th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The Fleadh Ceoil festival was at its height. Those who hadn’t arrived early were relegated to rural camp-sites.
Still, even on the outskirts of the small Kerry village the women’s toilets were dutifully labelled with the Gaelige ‘MNA.’ It wouldn’t do for traditional/folk festivals to be less than authentic.
The next generation of the attending family carnivals had finished their setting-up chores and, thankful of the break, watched with some amusement as the drunk approached with strained gait and increasing urgency until finally bursting into the ‘Ladies,’ zip down.
Screams.
“Must be a wil’ handling being dyslexic,” one mused.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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