"Santa" is an Americanism - in the UK its "Father Christmas" isnt it?

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Or am I being pedantic?

Those kimberley,mikados etcs are the emperors clothes of the biscuit world aren't they??

Hehe

Are you a namechanger Nolliag?

I feel I know you already...

I was liffey.

Nollaig, even!

feckin' feckin' feck

Tnog, I had my own screen name spelt wrong. It was only when cards started arriving with Nollaig Shona in them that I thought, eh oh!

Chipmonkey is too kind. I@d have expected her to whip my thón about that.

OH yeah!! Oh you're making me want to pop down there for egg and beans now! I am laughing my head off here! there's always at least 2 people talking to themselves. One in Polish. COs we're so COSMOpolitan now.

Ahhhhhh

Of course!

No, I have you seen you around as liffey

so....

are you north or south of the river?

I live on a river boat

Where do I moore it? In the middle!

NOT like me to be diplomatic, or enigmatic!

We are soo european aren't we?

Well, Nollaig, you're very witty and I'm delighted now that I know you were Liffey

Have you been to the IFSC? I went away for 15 yrs, came back to the IFSC? NOw is that really Ireland? I stayed in an apartment owned by the Clarion overlooking the liffey, nearly said the Thames, I get confused. Didn't feel like I was in Ireland. I kept saying as much. My friends who never lived in Blightly looked at me like I quickly needed more crisps to soak up my wino.

its father christmas.

santa!?

Good screen name by the way Tnog. Would have used that one myself, but you nabbed it!

I was TheNewsMOnger for a while too. Just remembered that. A lovely word for a gossip.

O'Connell St

Grafton St

Brown Thomas

Eason's

Ballsbridge

You forgot the Tart with the Cart

lol Sparkly, very good

But remember it's Brown TH - omas

Nollaig, Ireland has lost its identity, in a rush to embrace new found wealth we lost ourselves completely.

....and the floozie in the jacuzzi

LOL - I presume you mean that charming sculpture of Molly Malone. I do remember falling about laughing when a taxi driver first informed me of her less formal title...

...... and now there's no wealth left. Ten minutes ago we were rich. Now there's no money at all and no identity either!

Sadly I have not made the acquaintance of the floozie in said jacuzzi. Sounds quite enchanting.

Ah yes the spike, Wats.

I often thought dear auld Bertie would've looked very good sitting aloft that with the spike right up his jacksie.

Liffey, too true