Book description
It was no country for young men. Or women ...
Unemployment, emigration and do-it-yourself hair colour kits
were once again a fact of life. Taxes were on the up, the IMF were on
the way and there was a cash for gold outlet in Foxrock Village.
But the signs for recovery were good - for me, at least. I was the
chief executive of one of the few businesses turning a profit in this
town, a shredding company helping to dispose of the Celtic Tiger's
dirty little secrets. And I was getting plenty of love action - as the
boy-toy of an attractive sixty-year-old woman who was totally rolling
in it. I never imagined myself ending up as a gigolo. But, as the
saying goes, where there's a will, there's a way-hey-hey!
With presents galore, sex on demand and a hot meal on the table
every night, life was storting to look up again. All I had to do to
aovid focking it up was to keep my chinos buttoned. And, well, you can
probably guess how that went.
