| 00:00 - 00:03 | We started your Facebook page 'Growing up in Berlin in the 40s/50s as you requested Adolf, but so far no likes |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | , 2 followers only so far |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | we thought basing it in Berlin would be hilarious, it seems not |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Those fuckers in Navan have almost 4,000 members |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | We need to make a super ice cream cone in Berlin to try and get likes |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Sort of like a Cluskers ice cream cone? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | or maybe a supersize wafer ice cream |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | We sent ice cream spies to Navan |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | but |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | the fuckers joined the O'Mahonys |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | and some of them went to Simonstown |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | they went to Cluskers, got ice cream, crepes and butter and didn't come back to Berlin |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I fucking want to know why they didn't come back |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | and why that fucking Facebook group has 4,000 members |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | and how come none of those fuckers outside liked my 'growing up in berlin in the 40s/50s page |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | where is the Loreto spy? |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | did you do ANY shopping centre laps? |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Did anybody go to Jacksie's to get measured for shoes? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Can nobody here do a fucking good Naaaaavan accent? |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | do you not know the meaning of the word research |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | I was only able to master a Bohermeen accent |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | bohermeen is fucking outside Navan you idiot |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | It's only a few miles and it has a Navan postal address |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Only a few miles outside Navan eh? You idiots need to immerse yourselves in Navan culture |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | You need to go to the Mollies with flagons |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | You need to eat a supper from Diamonds night-club, walk back to Navan hammered |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | You need to do some fucking knick-knocking, try and steal Chrissie Weldon's pram |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | slide down the fucking moat on a car bonnet, write 'Spud is a bollox' on a schoolbag |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | you need to order a Chinese without every fucking vegetable you can think of |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I want to know what fucking makes that Navan Facebook page so successful |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I want you to steal it's essence, it's spirit |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | capture and appropriate it's meaning and bring it back to my fucking Facebook page |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I want their community spirit, their humour, their wit and their heart |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | and a battered sausage from Macaris, with loads of vinegar, |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I love a bit of vinegar with me chips, and maybe even some garlic sauce |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | You fuckers have relatives from Trim don't you |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I know you do, I'm CONVINCED you do, is this a Trim thing |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I had an Aunt from Trim and all she ever went on about was how great Navan was |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | well I've enough of Navan and I want to have a better Facebook page |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | and I want people to post funny pictures of themselves |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I don't care if the women use old profile photos either |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | he'll never find out you really went to Mercy |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Jaysus I'd love one of this Clusker cones |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | just one, one with a flake and some hundreds and thousands |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | I don't care if they make you fart |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | somebody also took my packet of fishermen friends |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Is it so hard to have a German version of that Navan Facebook page |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | those smug Navan fuckers |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | I just want some 'like' love |
