Very Personal Natter

- Fucked, Bridget, I’m fucked. Now that they’ve closed the shaggin’ Internet Cafe, I’ve had no choice but to shut down my online Viagra shop. Nice little earner it was too. I’m fucking gutted.
- But Fionnuala, why aren’t you using your Macbook Air, you big dope? You can even piggyback on the free WoiFoi from next door! 
- And the IP address, Bridget? What about the I-shaggin-P address?! They can trace you back, don’t you know? Don’t want no hassle with the Filth, no thanks Ma’am! 
- Why don’t you use a VPN façade, you silly sausage? You can easily get one for EUR15 a month, no questions ask. You make it look like you’re operating from Russia. How about Fionnuala-viagra.ru? There’s a ring to it, no? 
- Fucking ace! I owe you one Bridget. I’ll get the sherries after bingo on Tuesday, roigh? I owe you big time.
- Not at all Fionnuala, my pleasure. Them IT courses that Age Action organises in the Mistake Factory, they are fierce useful. Learned everything from a young little lad called Raheny Eye