Monday 25 September 2017

Out to get the Pokémon . . . or is it the other way around?

'This broken dad told me he was worn out from running around after his kids who were running after Pokémon. It was Tuesday last and the hottest day in 20 years. His body was a puddle' Photo: REUTERS/Sam Mircovich/Illustration/File Photo
'This broken dad told me he was worn out from running around after his kids who were running after Pokémon. It was Tuesday last and the hottest day in 20 years. His body was a puddle' Photo: REUTERS/Sam Mircovich/Illustration/File Photo
Billy Keane

Billy Keane

I'm told we have a well- stocked Pokémon farm outside our pub and what's more there's another herd of the little hoors grazing at the foot of the oul' fella's statue.

It seems John B's is a Pokestop. It's a bit like a salmon pool for fishermen or a pheasant farm for shooters.

Hundreds of hunters are stalking Pokémons outside the front door with their Poke Balls. But they're my Pokémons and I'm wondering should I warn off the rustlers and trespassers with, "Get away outa here ye robbin' bastards, or I'll blow yer brains out."

Please sign in or register with Independent.ie for free access to Opinions.

Sign In

Don't Miss