Look at the head on Val?
I mean WTF is that?
Toothless, unwashed, unshaven, thinks he's upper class, thinks he's dead smart. The still image you see above is exactly what the old buzzard looks like: death warmed up. Val had a stroke a few years back, but he refused to deal with it, and that's why the left side of his face and head are all sagging down lower than the bags under his eyes. I simply find it strange that nobody has actually pulled him offside and gave him some friendly.
He's fucking crazy really; a total nutjob culchie in the purest sense. Hates Dublin, hates Dubliners, has a hump about us, can't figure out why young Dubliners keep outsmarting him, so he decided to go full mental retard on things and dropped his disguise because Mowl put out is name, address, age, phone number, past and present occupations, lifestyle, personality type, history, criminal record, the lot. He'd like to think he's unbeatable, claims to be the second most intelligent man in Ireland, claims all sorts of fantastic things about himself.
He did a video on Sinead O'Connor after her demise. Decided to analyze one of her songs 'The Emperor's Got No Clothes On' (sic - it's actually the emperor's new clothes) and after reading the lyrics, said he figured out what she was singing about - AND THAT HE'S THE ONLY PERSON IN IRELAND WHO EVER FIGURED OUT WHAT THE FIRST LINES OF THE SONG MEAN. Sorry for shouting, but he actually said that. And more. The line is about a young Catholic girl who can't access the pill but who instead relies on her fertility and monthly cycles to assume when it's safe to have sex and when it isn't.
'You said it wasn't safe after Sunday and I knew you loved me...'
Val. The only man to ever figure out what Ms O'Connor was singing about.
On her multi-million album sales which topped the charts around the world?
Only Val understands, now d'ya see? Wha'?
Here, his ignorance is truly breath-taking: