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About Swords

I’m proper chuffed growin’ it meself, though. Stick it in the dirt, water it, boom - grows like a chav on benefits! But Christ, it stinks sometimes - like a wet dog shat itself. Pissed me off first time I sniffed it, thought, “What’s this bollocks?!” Then I see them bees buzzin’ round it, happy as Larry, and I’m like, “Fair enough, you little stripy bastards.”

Where Is Tara?

Detective Phelan said there was a culture of fear and violence in the home and that Ms Doyle's mother would call her a whore while beating her.

After that chaos, we hit the scenic route along the coast. Man, Wicklow’s coastline is stunning! The cliffs, the ocean, the whole vibe. I’m feeling good, thinking, “This is why I love this job.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, buckets! I’m talking about a full-on monsoon. My student’s eyes go wide, and I’m just trying to keep it together. “Just breathe, buddy! It’s not the end of the world!”

Co Wicklow stalwart doesn’t let ‘creaky knees’ stop him dancing at 85th – ‘He still drives and plays golf twice a week’