Vanessa Foxrock Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

Me fave bit? They don’t give a toss. Society’s all, “Oi, behave!” an’ they’re like, “Fuck off, mate!” That gutsy vibe—pure *Amélie*, yeah? “Sharon!”—she’d get it. Once saw this bird in Soho, struttin’ like a queen. Made me happy, that. Proper rebel, not takin’ no shit. But then, fuckin’ hell, some punter stiffed ‘er—didn’t pay! Got me ragin’, that did. Tossers, eh?

Soundtracks

At the Choirs for Cancer event in Dublin.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up that new café on the corner of Foxrock Avenue. You know, the one everyone’s raving about? I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Foxrock had so many coffee snobs? I order a flat white, and the barista looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Nah, I mean a flat white, lady!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s worth the wait. Smooth, creamy, just like my favorite pair of shoes.

Death Notice of Patricia (Pat) Sharpe (Foxrock, Dublin)