Why those poor ould fellas deserved to have their say
It was that group in our society that felt particularly hard done by, according to Declan Lynch
Published 14/10/2007 | 00:00
The Book of Poor Ould Fellas started here. And before that, there was a trip to Athlone.
I was down home for my father's anniversary, talking to my brother Damien, when I asked him about a certain elderly gentleman who is well known to us. And Damien said that life was getting pretty grim for this man, and for all the other "poor ould fellas" whose lives have been destroyed by the smoking ban.
Driven out of the pubs, and even the betting offices, by the ban, for home entertainment they then have to endure the bloody Afternoon Show on RTE, all that bullshit about cookery and clothes and celebrity gossip, when all they want is an ould song from Johnny McEvoy.