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About Bray

Little-known fact—prossies in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers. Daisies meant “I’m up for it!” Imagine me, Gandalf, rockin’ a daisy in me beard—hilarious! I’d be struttin’, “Fly, you fools!” to the punters, crackin’ myself up. Anyway, Ruby’s a laugh, but I’m wonderin’—what’s her Anger like? That fiery red git from *Inside Out*, smashin’ stuff? Bet she’s got a temper when blokes get handsy. Respect, tho—she’s tough.

Nobody is coming soon

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Is it the end of the world?” Turns out, it was just some kids messing around with fireworks on the corner of St. Mary’s Road. I mean, who gives kids fireworks? It’s Crumlin, not a bloody festival!

Death Notice of Margaret Kavanagh (née Leonard) (Crumlin, Dublin)