Gutted! Love those tiny memory hungry functions :)

We'll just never know.

The death of recursion is nigh!

I say 'star'.. but it was more likely my poor mother was the 'talk' of the show

You just took me right back. My Grandad worked for Rowentree Mackintosh, across from Kilmainham Gaol.
Every year, a Christmas party in the Classic Cinema. And Santa during the interval. As the child of an unmarried mother I was star of the show lol

No jaysus end to it

Can recommend the Tallaght Echo :)

Not sure why your posts haven't been appearing on my feed x

You feckin can :)

P.s. great to see you here, was missing your posts xxx

Christ! Is there no end to this?

Good grief!

It feels so wrong! Lol