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Rank, rump-fed harpy.
His injury the gaoler to his pity.
Gladstone .. spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question, ...
Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland?
Lorenzo Gambini, I presume? Or would you prefer to be called - "
"Sir," I cut in before he can say Scar. "You can call me sir, if it gives you the tingles. Otherwise, let's just stick with Gambini.
McLaggen makes Grawp look like a gentleman.
I just got called Nigel ...
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
with his partner. Griff's out of Baltimore, too.
Gromit was the name of a cat. When I started modeling the cat I just didn't feel it was quite right, so I made it into a dog because he could have a bigger nose and bigger, longer legs.
Where would the Irish be without someone to be Irish at?
If I said Jim Carroll would you be insulted?"
-Jessica Citizen-
Our club captain Gary Neville's been out for a year now, but Giggsy has taken up the mantelpiece
Newcastle need a chief scout who is in unicism with the management
I tried to get a job in a freak show," he [Gregor] went on, "but they said I was overqualified. So I became the porter at Groosham Grange.
Grouses that go unheard only grow louder, till they reach a level of frustration where they become silent but permanent disappointments.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
Jamie popped a handful of Skittles into his bottle of Grolsch. He took a swig and savoured the tangy sweets shrinking in his mouth. He glanced up at the pictures on the pub wall: Alexander Graham Bell, Busby the bird and Sam Spade. The picture of Bogart made Jamie want to put a fag in his mouth
I look at Colin Meads and see a great big sheep farmer who carried the ball in his hands as though it was an orange pip.
We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.
Who is John Galt?
Hmm, I wondered as I knocked on Stephan's door, would you call a mischievous young ghoul? A ghouligan? I snorted at my own pun. I cracked myself up.
REGINALD BURNABY THE GREAT (variously identified as a defrocked Roman Catholic priest from Galway, an ex-convict from Liverpool, if not an escaped convict from that seaport city)
Grumpy is her favorite dwarf.
The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.
He [Mr. Snagsby] is a mild, bald, timid man with a shining head and a scrubby clump of black hair sticking out at the back. He tends to meekness and obesity.
I have told the reader that Tim Gamelyn's father was a retired non-commissioned officer who lived near Dublin on a small private income and a pension.
No genuine Irishman could relax in comfort and feel at home in a pub unless he was sitting in deep gloom on a hard seat with a very sad expression on his face, listening to the drone of bluebottle squadrons carrying out a raid on the yellow cheese sandwich.
My name is James Guckert. Well, when you read it, it's always pronounced some other way.
There are two things that really get under Gary Neville's skin: scousers and policemen.
Steve Coogan does something for me. He is so naughty, but I quite fancy him.
I think Brian Moore's gnashers are the kind you get from a DIY shop and hammer in yourself. He is the only player we have who looks like a French forward.
I shall call him Tufty.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in one night, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!
Be groovy or leave, man
Both parents passed away of the Gnats on their farm out in the wilds, sir, and he was raised by peas.' 'Surely you mean on peas, Mr Groat?' 'By peas, sir
Richard Dawson must
Gary, if you want to play on this football team, you answer me when I ask you who's your Daddy. Who's your Daddy, Gary? Who's your Daddy?
Hi folks, I'm Gerry Gross!
At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
He's what, in my alley days in Dublin, we would have called a fug - cross between a fuck and a pug. Lots of mouth and no balls.
Mulligan: invented by an Irishman who wanted to hit one more twenty yard grounder.
Was a gunner's mate," said Marty. It was a lie. He had really been a chief yeoman at the time of the mutiny. But he thought now, always, that he had been a gunner's mate. "Ah. I thought you were a first-class yeoman," Karkov said. "I always get my facts wrong. It is the mark of the journalist.
[Garrincha] was the one who would climb out of the training camp window because he heard from some far-off back alley call of a ball asking to be played with, music demanding to be danced to, a woman wanting to be kissed.
We could call him Gynecological Gage or Assman - AssHOLE - take your pick.
...bottle green Jaguar.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
the only man in modern history to successfully kidnap a commanding general. Paddy
God! I can't stand these fake grievers.
Richard Dunne comes from a great footballing family ... the Dunne family
I am what you call a hooligan-
Greaness IS for ALL of US. We just need to keep Believing in ourselves and follow our dreams.
For Gogol Ganguli- The man who gave you his name, from the man who gave you your name.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
The Welsh ... I mean, what are they for?
hey gallagher girl
My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean.
If we are to celebrate the giants in Australian public life, then Robert Garran must be among them. A lawyer and passionate advocate of Federation, Garran was one of several hands that drafted our constitution.
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
He didn't think it possible to sign sewage-sucking-excuse-of-a-baseborn-bilge-rat but somehow Gurn managed.
There was Arctic John, a businessman from Salisbury who doesn't hold water, Bruce Knott, a social worker from Cumberland who spends his lunch hour picking his bum, and Judith Glycerine, the reformation pig.
You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.
STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing
Donald - ruler Donovan
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
There was a man named Ofeig, nicknamed Grettir. He was the son of Einar, the son of Olvir the Babyman. He was a brother of Oleif the Broad, the father of Thormod Shaft. Another son of Olvir was named Steinolf, the father of Una, whom Thorbjorn the Salmon-man married.
What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?'
'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'
'The city still has working phone booths?'
'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
Uncle Monty tell
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
Who is this repulsive dwarf?
Garch a har?" -Oddjob, Goldfinger
Wanderers, Dublin's oldest rugby club, has been described more than once as the club of the Church and the Army: the wags added
" ... unfortunately the wrong Church and the wrong Army."
All Scouts should know about St. George. St. George is the Patron Saint of England; he is also the Patron Saint of cavalry in all countries, and therefore Patron Saint of Scouts.
And Clare, always Clare.
-Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.
I'm a proud Welshman.
Crabbe or Goyle - or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, he'll have loads better cronies than Crabbe and Goyle now he's joined up
Stuart Davises he
Read it, ya slack eared, short tusk mongrel." - Grormoth Wraithmane
Buggeration and Fuckery
Genghis Miliband roars up to the despatch box like a caged donkey.
Six flights up I smelled it. Faint at first and then gradually stronger - the eye-watering stench of fermented sugar. I felt like I was walking into a distillery, and that clued me in as to who we were visiting. [...] I'm still waiting for some brave soul to start marketing Gremlin Piss Schnapps.
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
Steven Gerrard is the best player I've ever played with.
known as Ward G had been moved back
That kid's got an arm like Uncle Fester at an exhibition of Pre-Colombian ... um, Christ, I lost it. I was going for something thick. So what's with the beard, Grizzly Fouts?
Up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes. Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its
Bartender! Vring me some viskey with chincher ale on de side & don't be stingy, baby. (Garbo's first words in a talking picture)
gin daisy, which
Others wonder, if the Bogey isn't wearing his pants, who is?
Let's just agree any group of 3 or more handsome British men should be referred to as a 'cumberbatch.'
He's not fit to lace my boots as a player.
(on Kevin Keegan)
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
Miss Lucy's called the bell o' St. Ogg's, they say: that's a cur'ous word,' observed Mr. Pullet, on whom the mysteries of etymology sometimes fell with an oppressive weight.