My Week: Shane Ross*
Sunday: Flying down to Rio. Though there'll be no dancing on the wings of the airplane with Ginger Rogers for me. I am here to do. A serious job. Of work. Don't mind these random stops in the middle of. Sentences.
It's what I. Do.
I'm told that some rum coves have been selling tickets for the Olympics at. Vastly. Inflated. Prices. That is, of course, totally wrong. If they wanted to make lots of easy money, they should have just legally sold their land to developers, like I did during the Celtic Tiger.