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About Navan

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

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A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

Finally, I grab a scone. It’s warm and buttery, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking disaster.

Wins for Mungret St Paul's, Ballybrown and Croagh-Kilfinny in Limerick Féile na nGael camogie finals