A good friend of mine is a solicitor practising
in the midlands.  I got an email from her
recently containing the following moan “All well here except no
secretary all week and punters with cocaine
problems – I mean cocaine in Kinnegad what is the world coming to?”   You can only agree.  On discussing matters with her, she tells me
that she was quizzing the Gardai and they say that cocaine is everywhere in the
medium sized town where she works “taken by people like yourself miss”.  “Not me” she said in indignation.  “No, of course not you, miss”.  She also got to hear about the local
brothel.   Good Lord.

jackdalton

on 25 October 2005 at 16:57

He’s just pulling her leg. My own Garda sources tell me it’s not in The Gad at all: much closer to Edenderry…. 😉 0
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belgianwaffle

on 26 October 2005 at 11:10

Pog, one assumes not. JD, you betray terrifying intimacy with Kinnegad. 0
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jackdalton

on 26 October 2005 at 19:41

I once had reason to travel through those and adjacent townlands on a fairly regular basis… and a more forlorn back-end of nowhere, you couldn’t hope to find. With all due respect to your pal who’s stuck in what was then known as Connellan country… 😉 0
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