Rom-coms focus too much on budding writers, journalists, and hard-nosed professionals who fall for an aloof, obnoxious man with a secret heart of gold, and not enough on the love lives of Irish women trying to seduce a local Junior B player in the cold outside Supermacs at 3am
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“Howya Bridie are you on your own? Howya fixed for a seat back home?” 😂
And it must contain an explanation as to why Chicken Hut was not the preferred hotspot of the seekers
"I like your tackies" and "Don't mind that gowl"