First Sentence: – Tha’ was a great few days.
Back of the book:
Two men meet for a pint in a Dublin pub. They chew the fat, and set the world to rights. They talk about their wives, their kids, their football teams and – this being Ireland in 2011-12 – the euro crisis, the presidential election, the Queen’s visit. But these men are not parochial or small-minded; one of them knows where to find the missing Colonel Gaddafi (he’s working as a cleaner at Dublin Airport); they worry about Greek debt, the IMF, and the lads in the Vatican; they mourn the deaths of Whitney Houston, Donna Summer, Robin Gibb and Maeve Binchy; and they ask each other the really important questions like ‘Would you ever let yourself be digitally enhanced?’
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Last Sentence: – Fuck off.