Are you sitting comfortably? Nice & relaxed? Good. Then I’ll begin. You see, once upon a time there were a group of naughty little elves who called themselves ‘Irish republicans’. These mischievous imps kept trying to lure the niave & the innocent away from their homes & into a marvellous world of magic & unicorns known as ’32 County Irish Socialist Republic-land“. A wonderful place in which time stood still. Everyone was “cherished equally” & the coins had lovely representations of chickens & fishes on them.
Except that it wasn’t like that at all. Once ensnared by these gaelic ghouls their poor, unfortunate victims found that 32 County Irish Republic-land was really a harsh & violent place, full of hatred, vitriol & malice. Indeed, far from being a wondrous realm of rainbows & sugar-plums, it is, in fact, a dark & nightmarish place.
Yet still the Irish republican elves did their thing, weaving their magical tales of 32 County Irish Republic-land, or as they sometimes called it- “the kingdom of love & buttercups”. Do not be fooled dear reader! Don’t be taken in by their tales of treasure & easy living; love, magic & free golden harps for all. Your old Uncle Thursday has magic of his own. I have captured their fairy stories & rendered them into visual form!
Behold gentle reader- the honeyed words of these seductive succubuses. Their siren songs of peace, love & togetherness. Surely there have never been sweeter, more inviting words of love & tenderness-
Such sweet words of tenderness, carefully designed to lure the unwary. Do not fall for their tempting promises of utopia. Uncle Thursday will return next week with more carefully selected examples of their dark arts, till then dear reader……….. have a good night & please- don’t have nightmares.