Slums of Dublin...Part8(Culchie Eileen.)

SuzyQ, I`m bleedin` devastated! Your me bleedin`favourite. Is it all off? Jaysus, I want ye back. I promise I`ll buy ye a big bleedin` sparkler from Hector Greys. What about our bleedin` holliers that I`ve been savin` up for. I`ll have ye know I spent all day yesterday trying to rob the lead off the roof of Clery`s for to get spending money for our holliers. The reason I stood ye up last night was… on me way to meet you under Clery`s clock, I saw this poor little culchie girl who seemed in distress. "Are ye alright there mam!" sez I. ... "I`m on me way home to Tipperary, and I`m trying to find where Busarus is...Me bus leaves at 830pm"...."No problem love, I`ll escort ye there...Here give me those Quinnsworth plastic bags and I`ll carry them for ye!"...."You`re such a gentleman, and... a fine-lookin chap too, I might add!"...So there I was, a true christian soul, escorting a poor culchie girl all alone in the big smoke, carry two plastic Quinnsworth bags stuffed to the gills with knickers and bras...When we got to Busarus, we found the bus was going to be an hour late, so I offered to keep her company for an hour and suggested we go across the street to Barneys (The Liffey Bar) on Eden Quay...Well ye know how one pint ends up being four, and when I looked at me watch, it was already too late for her to catch the Tipperary special. So I offered to escort her back to her flat in Gardiner Street. The poor girl had just one room with no heat. The decor was understated, with bare walls save for a picture of the Pope and John F. Kennedy, and an old Macra Na Feirme poster of a ballroom dance in Cloheen..."Would ye like a "poh-a-tay" and some biscuits!" she said. "All I have is Marietta."..."That`s grand luv"....Well one thing led to another, and being the good christian that I am, I felt sorry for her being all alone in this cold, dank, flat....So I offered to stay the night and keep her "warm." So Sue, as you can see, I was just fulfilling my good Christian duty helping poor culchie damselsin distress. I`ll meet ye tomorrow outside Uncle Georges Petshop so we can go buy some bikinis at Dunnes Stores....Luv....Tony.