Mowl
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In fairness to him - he's designed his own way of presenting things that actually does appeal to his fellow culchies. Yes, there are a million hilarious things about Val that are easy to fling back at him. But aside from me - show me one other member of any of these sites who can match his audience scale and reach? Yes, only culchies would even consider taking their advice from Val about anything bar whether Barry's or Lyon's would win in a duel at dawn. But they're still watching him, and he's boosted his viewers by at least five or ten per day for some months by now.
Obviously, he wants to reach the magical 10,000 in an effort to pass me by, but sure I'm only a couple of dozen off the ten thousand mark. And I don't mince my words either, so there's a lesson to be learned there. In fact, if and when it happens for Val, I'll be the first to congratulate him, because he did it by himself. He said he would, then he started - now you're beginning to see the end result of all that neglect of his cows and wife, sons and daughter.
He's renowned in Kingscourt, like royalty when he calls by the builder's providers for his shovel and fork handles, knives and forks for the table, and some rough grade sandpaper for his hole. But soon enough all of Cavan north will know his wrath. He may even cross the border into Brit territory, thereby unleashing the fury of the PSNI on top of the farmer's union.
Yes, he's as thick as they come, but no: not one of you can match him when he takes to his stride - and you know his main objective there is to try his level best to out-number the membership of the Mowl. Of course, I don't need to try, my site was built for me by concerned locals who directed everyone they knew to my articles as soon as they possibly could. Including their kids, who were reminded that the Mowl went to the same schools they did, and look at how well he writes? He's usually a few days ahead of the real news too, so his informers and providers are clearly on the ball.
This was Val not so long ago:
This is Val today:
Taking on Sinn Fein, no less. And his name and address all over the internet along with his phone numbers? And him living next to the border? With cows? With two houses and a Shitting Ditch? Fair fucking play to him, even if it has all cost him dearly. The hours he puts in every day? Every night? The laptops he goes through what with letting them fall into the Shitting Ditch while he's broadcasting from his throne? he's earned his little perch, don't forget that. He went right out of his way to get it done and it's worked for him.
Meanwhile, here's Jambo:
Obviously, he wants to reach the magical 10,000 in an effort to pass me by, but sure I'm only a couple of dozen off the ten thousand mark. And I don't mince my words either, so there's a lesson to be learned there. In fact, if and when it happens for Val, I'll be the first to congratulate him, because he did it by himself. He said he would, then he started - now you're beginning to see the end result of all that neglect of his cows and wife, sons and daughter.
He's renowned in Kingscourt, like royalty when he calls by the builder's providers for his shovel and fork handles, knives and forks for the table, and some rough grade sandpaper for his hole. But soon enough all of Cavan north will know his wrath. He may even cross the border into Brit territory, thereby unleashing the fury of the PSNI on top of the farmer's union.
Yes, he's as thick as they come, but no: not one of you can match him when he takes to his stride - and you know his main objective there is to try his level best to out-number the membership of the Mowl. Of course, I don't need to try, my site was built for me by concerned locals who directed everyone they knew to my articles as soon as they possibly could. Including their kids, who were reminded that the Mowl went to the same schools they did, and look at how well he writes? He's usually a few days ahead of the real news too, so his informers and providers are clearly on the ball.
This was Val not so long ago:
This is Val today:
Taking on Sinn Fein, no less. And his name and address all over the internet along with his phone numbers? And him living next to the border? With cows? With two houses and a Shitting Ditch? Fair fucking play to him, even if it has all cost him dearly. The hours he puts in every day? Every night? The laptops he goes through what with letting them fall into the Shitting Ditch while he's broadcasting from his throne? he's earned his little perch, don't forget that. He went right out of his way to get it done and it's worked for him.
Meanwhile, here's Jambo: