Emilia Carlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

Irish Slang

The County Town of Carlow is in a corner of Ireland that has been inhabited since before recorded history, as the awesome Brownshill Dolmen testifies. This Neolithic portal tomb on .

But the guy’s relentless. He’s waving his arms around, and I’m just waiting for a brawl to break out. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a drink!” But then, outta nowhere, the bartender just laughs it off. He’s like, “You’re not getting a free drink, mate!” The whole bar erupts in laughter. I’m cracking up, thinking, “This is Carlow for ya!”

Tributes paid to 'wonderful man' from Graiguecullen who will be 'loving remembered'