62 Things Culchies love
1 A nice bit of ham.
2 Buttered biscuits.
3 Diggin Houles.
4 Saying its too cold to snow
5 Pretending to know about The Ra.
6 Tayto Cheese & Onion
7 Pretending they're in The Ra.
8 A stretch in the evenings
9 Lucozade
10 Accordians
11 Pretending to like Holy Week.
12 A dinner dance
13 Gettin clattered in muck.
14 Shania Twain.
15 Hefers
16 Spittin in their hands before doing anything manual
17 Steel toe caps
18 A big bowl of carrots & parsnips.
19 Eating sangwiches out of the boot of a car at GAA
20 Saying someones 'Opened a Book' on something.
21 The smell of fresh dung.
22 Slice-Your-Own Loaf.
23 Work Clothes
24 A bottle of mineral.
25 Fightin'.
26 Puttin on a ganzee to stop them from bein foundered
27 'The' Hurling/Fitball.
28 Being overweight.
29 Wimen wha resemble Hefers.
30 Saying "Aaah" after taking their first sup of tae.
31 Drink driving.
32 Red diesel
33 The Fear of Change.
34 A nice bit of Barnbrac
35 Lying.
36 Building walls.
37 Being starved with the cold rather than with a lack of food
38 Pretending to like mass
39 Talking about sh1te like Flax and the Corncrake.
40 A good blackthorn walkin stick.
41 Shouting 'Yeeeeeoooo' when something good happens.
42 Mohammed Ali.
43 Machinery.
44 Strange uppy-downy walks.
45 A good f**kin read of Irelands Own.
46 Gelling their 1cm fringe tight to their forehead.
47 Scandal, as long as its about other people.
48 Turf, because Sentirl heatin's for wimen.
49 Soda farls
50 Sponge 'n Custirt
51 Newmerica', and anything to do with it.
52 Givin the dog the wildest baytins.
54 The Ra.
55 Winning a leg of lamb in a raffle.
56 Wrecking the house whilst steaming.
57 Club Orange
58 rubbing their hands together before tucking into their dinner
59 The Foot & Mouth.
60 Aetin' a big feed of spuds.
61 TK Red Lemonade
62 Good Short hair for boys and nice long hair for the wimen(it confuses
them otherwise)

Spray paint Pimpernel with the art of getting rich


Ever since the graffiti artist Banksy smuggled a dead rat into the Natural History Museum and mounted it as an exhibit in a glass-fronted box, his mischief-making has been surpassed only by his talent for making money. Lionised by Angelina Jolie’s hip crowd in Tinseltown, the once scruffy street urchin from Bristol astonished the art world last week by breaking his own auction record.
The secretive “guerrilla artist” pocketed £58,000 for his version of the Mona Lisa, with spray paint dripping from her eyes, and £50,000 for six prints of the model Kate Moss, executed in the lurid hues of Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe series. A year ago an edition of the Moss prints was on sale at his rat-infested warehouse in west London for a mere £1,500.



Who is Banksy? Nobody really knows. He has been named as Robert Banks and is believed to hang out in east London’s arty milieu of Hoxton. But he now calls himself Robin Banks, an anarchic joke that has been given new meaning by the willingness of frenzied bidders to throw money at him. When one of the few journalists to have a face-to-face interview with him demanded, “How do I know you are Banksy?” he replied, “You have no guarantee of that whatsoever.”

“Banksy” is also the nickname of Gordon Banks, the England goalkeeper and hero of the 1966 World Cup, but this possibility was ruled out by another interviewer who described the elusive prankster as a dark-haired man in his early thirties, lightly bearded and wearing “nice trainers”. Banksy insists that even his parents think he’s a painter and decorator. Asked why he clings to anonymity, he said: “So I can do my work without being impeded by arrest.”

Some people, it is true, would like to see him safely confined. What began with belly laughs when he infiltrated the penguin enclosure at London Zoo and painted, “We’re bored of fish”, followed by his message in Bristol Zoo’s elephant enclosure, “Keeper smells”, shaded into outrage when he began painting on live animals. Last year he placed subversive artworks in four New York museums and did an unauthorised decorating job on the Israeli West Bank wall.

His stunt spree this year included replacing up to 500 copies of Paris Hilton’s debut album with remixes and his own cover art depicting the model topless, and sneaking into Disneyland to leave an inflatable doll dressed in the orange uniform of a Guantanamo Bay detainment camp prisoner.

All of which has made him one of the few Brits to have cracked America. “These days everyone is trying to be famous, but he has anonymity,” marvelled the actor Brad Pitt. “I think that’s great.” Pitt and his squeeze, Jolie, opened their arms and wallets to Banksy at his Los Angeles show Barely Legal last month, along with special guests Keanu Reeves, Jude Law, Christina Aguilera and Macaulay Culkin.

Helped by an Asian elephant, painted with a pink and gold flock wallpaper motif, the show was a hit and earned Banksy a reported $3m. But was it a moral sell-out by the self-styled anti-capitalist who claims he is not motivated by money? As usual, Banksy, who did not deign to turn up at the show, had a disarming answer: “Hollywood is a town where they honour their heroes by writing their names on the pavement to be walked on by fat people and peed on by dogs. It seemed like a great place to come and be ambitious.”

Banksy has always created enough mayhem to stay just ahead of such criticism. His dead rat prank in 2004 was a classic. Disguised as an employee of the Natural History Museum in London, and bearing a stuffed rodent clad in wraparound sunglasses, he mounted his exhibit with a nail, but had to use heavy duty glue when it would not hold. It was nearly a repeat of his earlier flop, when his illegal exhibit at Tate Britain came crashing down because the glue was too weak. But this time it remained intact for several hours

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