This maths test can predict your all time hero, and the person you most aspire to be like. Try it without looking at the answers.

Pick a number between 1 and 9
Then x3
Then +3
Then x3 again.
You'll get a 2 digit number.
Add the two digits together to find the person you most aspire to be like.

1. Muhammed Ali
2. Alan Shearer
3. Bob Marley
4. Winston Churchill
5. Elvis Presley
6. Pele
7. John Lennon
8. Bobby Moore
9. Gary Glitter

You have to go to OFRICA...

Intensely D4 soundling girl on 46A(on her way to wezz disco I gathered): "GOYS, ive changed loike, im still me but ive completely changed since I went to OFRICA. loike when I was lying under my mosquitto net, without shoes, i was just thinking thank FOCK im not like any of those girls. Loike I was at my computer yesterday just typing away and suddenly this image flashed into my head of this girl in rags, and I get so annoyed now when girls get all worried about their hair, becuz loike these girls have aaaaaabsolutely nothing loike. And my mum said to me, she said "Jenny, you caaaant tell your friends not to think about their hair and things like that, becuz they havn't been thru what uv been thru in OFRICA." You know? And loike you goys cant understand becuz u werent there and I find it so hord to talk to you about it. I can only talk to the people that were there, actually experienceing it loike. It makes u understand loike about things...."
Two Abercrombie wearing male youths emerge up the stairs, girl:"OMG CONRAD, DURCAN!!!!!!!!!"

Overheard by Normal Citizen, 46A from DunLaoire to Donnybrook
Posted on Wednesday, 21st March 2007

http://www.overheardindublin.com/com...

SARAH Glenny still looks like Sienna Miller. The bird she's with looks like Eric Miller, roysh, but Campos old man has put up a bounty of 20 Ks to get the goy back in the sack and for that kind of money I'm, like, totally prepared to take a bullet, or at least give the impression that I would.

Daphne is her name . . . a complete and utter ditch pig if ever there was one . . . but I know that campos been John B on Sarah for years, so for the purposes of getting campos to turn his back on this whole Joseph and His Coat of Many Colours buzz he's been on, I'm there giving it, "I definitely know you. I never forget a face.Especially one as pretty as yours, " and I really don't know how I live with myself sometimes.

She goes, "Have you met my friend, Sarah, " and she does the introductions, roysh, and Sarah's there, "I already know you, " and I'm like, "How?" and she goes, "Oh my God, everybody knows you, " and I look at Daphne and she seems to, like, consider this a good thing.

The music in Ron Black's is blasting. I go, "I hope you don't mind me chatting up your friend up, " and Sarah goes, "Oh my God, no! Hey, you know James Campion, don't you?" and I'm there, "Just so happens to be one of my best friends, " and she's like, "Oh my God, I kissed him the night of the Junior Cert results. Oh my God, SO embarrassing. And then I did the dirt on my boyfriend with him. How is he?" and I'm there, "He's drinking the Kool Aid, baby. Single at the moment, as it happens, " and Sarah goes, "Oh MY God, this is, like, SO, embarrassing . . . I don't even know why I'm telling you . . .
but I used to always say to my mum, 'He's the goy I'm going to marry, ' and it's like, Aaaggghhh!" and Daphne goes, "You actually did always says that. I was always like, Ohmy God!"

I stand there listening to this shit for, like, 20 minutes, roysh, tanning the Ken of course, because you need a seriously good anaesthetic for these two. Then it gets to the stage where I basically can't take it anymore so I make my pitch. I'm there, "I'm actually staying in Campos tonight, " which is total bullshit, roysh. I go, "Do you two fancy coming back with me for a few drinks. Might be a way for you to get reacquainted, if that's the roysh word, with the goy you're going to marry, " and Sarah sort of, like, flicks her hair, roysh, which she does a lot, and goes, "Oh my God!"

which she also does a lot, and before they have a chance to finish their vodka and cranberries, the three of us are in a Jo Maxi, pegging it out to Campos gaff in Deansgrange, Sarah in the front constantly going, "I cannot BELIEVE I'm actually doing this, " and me in the back with Daphne, who keeps whispering to me that she can't believe I find her attractive because most goys fancy Sarah and she, like, never gets a look-in. I'm just there, "I find that very hord to believe, " trying to keep a straight face.
Campo does NOT look a happy camper when he answers the door. He's like, " it's half-one in the morning, " and I'm there, "Campo, you need to get a focking life. Look, I've brought you a carryout, " and I just, like, flick my thumb in Sarah's direction, just so he knows he's not getting the dud. Daphne, it turns out, is even worse in the full light.

Campo goes, "Sarah! Wow! I haven't seen you sincef" and she's like, "I know, " and he's there, "Wow!" and I wonder when he started saying, "Wow!" instead of "Holy fock!" like he used to.

He goes, "You look great, " which is the first sign since this whole God business storted that there still is actually life in his trousers.
He goes, "And how's, emf" and she goes, "Todd? Oh my God, we finished, like, ages ago. You know what Michael's boys are like, " and everyone just, like, nods.

I'm, like, scanning the gaff for evidence of how far this thing has gone. There's a book opened face-down on the coffee table and it's, like, The Passion by Geza Vermes and there's a focking humungous whack gone out of the Baileys, which now has a bottle