A History of Ireland in 100 Insults

Sir, – 156. Your granny’d climb out of her grave for a half-bottle of gin. (Overheard in a classroom in Kilbarrack, in 1985). – Yours, etc,

Sir, – 157. Sure that’s as oul’ as tae at a wake. – Yours, etc,

Sir, – 158. The following was heard when a bus travelling through Mallow in the late 1960s was held up by an elderly lady in a Morris Minor and the bus driver leaned out of the window, saying very politely: “Madam, May your hat be out of fashion by the time you get to town”. – Yours, etc,

Sir, – 159. He is about as useful as a chocolate teapot (can be shortened to “He’s a feckin teapot” depending on the amount of vehemence required). – Yours, etc,

Sir, – 160. Go ’way ye Howth man. – Yours, etc,