Aidan Kearney, Carmelite's College, Moate, Co Westmeath, Ireland.

Kearney’s influence would soon show the Brothers whether they were interested in boys, goats, men or women

Carmelite Priory and College, Moate, Co Westmeath, Ireland.

Aidan Kearney was a teacher in the Carmelite College, Moate and he fitted in quite well with the Oirish priests who founded this now closed boarding school.

English Market, Cork, Ireland.

English Market, Cork: Coarseness and dirt is the order of the day.

If dogs saw the carry-on of the traders they’d turn-their-arses and walk away

English Market, Cork: a barn that's frequented by inbreeds.

The building that houses this farmer’s market (only foodstuffs are sold here) is nothing more than a large barn in the middle of Cork City1. It has no architectural relevance whatsoever and it’s amusing how it’s revered by the local community.

The natives view it as having the same importance as Paris' Eiffel Tower or San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge – the inbred half-wits can’t understand why aristocrats from across Europe aren’t turning up in their thousands to visit it. 

The typical Cork native is inbred and an idiot who isn't dissimilar to the mongrels that inhabit Galway City. And thus when one of these native slack-jaws get a job serving on one of this market's stalls they adopt an air of elitism: they’ll assume an aggressive attitude and snort derisory when a person of “lower caste” has the cheek to enter.

And this is just what’s to be expected when inbred morons – who are emplo
yed by imbeciles – get what they perceive as authority. This market is where you’ll get first-hand insight into the type of inbred moron that inhabits south west Oireland.

There’s not a stall in this place that hasn’t got at least two slack-jawed dirty-looking arseholes who’ll try their utmost to short-change or cheat you on weights. And when they’re challenged they’ll become abusive: aggression is only way Paddies know how to deal with any challenge.

If you’re foolish enough to intend buying meat from any of the inbreeds that saturate this place you should bring your own weighing scales with you. Mr. Cork Spud-head will have no problem claiming that the ½ kilogram of meat he’s trying to sell you weighs 2 kilograms – I’ve experienced this.

Limerick City, Ireland.

Knife crime, shootings and burnings (both property and people) are off the scale in Limerick.

Limerick on Ireland’s west coast is more commonly known as Stab City and is a place where – if you ever get lost and end up there1 – you need to keep your wits about you at all times.

The moniker Stab City gives a somewhat false impression of this Irish city’s degeneracy – it could lead people to believe they’d get a quick death. While the natives are handy with knives and guns they also have the even more savage tendency of burning those they set upon. It’s not unusual for Limerick’s inhabitants to throw petrol or other inflammable liquid on their prey and set them alight.