Structural timber in the roofs throughout the station has been flameproofed.

I was standin' by owld Foley's gate, whin I heard the cry of the hounds coming across the tail of the bog, an' there they wor, my dear, spread out like the tail of a paycock, an' the finest dog fox ye ever seen a sailin' ahead of thim up the boreen, and right across the churchyard.

I think the last week here is just going to be strugglesome anyways.

There is, however, a lesson here for all of us: going full bitch eating crackers on anyone makes you messy as hell and vulnerable to getting scammed. Scuzzy Police PACs Target The Squad To Raise Money For Themselves