No, not by me. I'm just here for two nights. However, it is with grief-tinged shock* that I must report the sighting of a little boutique dedicated to peddling the wares of Thomas Kinkade ("The Painter of you know what...") just a stone's throw from Dublin's trendy Grafton Street. In addition to the standard nauseating panoply of radioactively glowing cottages in the purple mist there are - regrettably, very regrettably indeed - Celtic-themed items of dreck. Including a Celtic Santa.
Excuse me. I have to stop now. Waves of revulsion are sweeping over me.
* : or shock-tinged grief, if you prefer. This is an equal-opportunity-cliche blog.
Slan go foill.
D.
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ARGH! AUGH! ACK!
I knew it was coming, though. The Gaelsong catalog I used to love TEEMS with the stuff.
Wait a minute - I would like to hear what the Plain People of Ireland think of Thomas Kinkade before rushing to judgment.
I'm not sure the PPoI would have a balanced view on it. I suspect they get a cut from the tourists who buy the schlock, but wouldn't have it at home.
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