Summer is upon us.
You know what that means.
It means shelling out a small fortune to attend music festivals only to spend the entire weekend in a field not listening to any of the acts.
It means that for a couple of months, your weekend lie-ins will be ruined by the neighbours' noisy kids doing whatever in God's name involves being outside and registering more decibels than an Apache Helicopter in a war zone.
It means that the GAA championships are kicking off with a feast of intercounty games across football, hurling and camogie providing viewing pleasure for the foreseeable.
It means auld chaps using newspapers as sun visors, BBQs with enough cooked meat to solve world hunger, panning out at the canal for days at a time, but most of all, it means bullshit articles filled with repetition that you could have easily not read.
Honestly, what are you doing reading this bollocks? Watch the video embedded below. It's a million times better than any of these words. The dudes at RTE know how to cut a good promo.
https://twitter.com/RTEgaa/status/995024785389240320
