This picture from today’s Metro sums up the modelling industry in Ireland. A number of unremarkable looking young women fighting over the next Tesco value modelling gig. The gig usually involves a model standing somewhere around Dublin with a prop, such as an inflatable hand to advertise hand cream or a huge plastic cock and balls to promote some sexual awareness week. Occasionally the model will be posing with some cunt from RTÉ, or some balding businessman, who will subtly try not to get caught while looking up the model’s skirt. They might both be clasping a mobile phone and smiling like idiots at the camera, the caption saying something like ‘Model Orla Quimcatcher and Ryan Bradley, Managing Director of Arsefluff Diagnostics, pose yesterday at the launch of the new Arsefluff GX-24 mobile phone.’

In this photo, some gormless bint poses playfully with a golf club in front of one of Irish Rail’s piece of shit hand-me-down trains. She’s publicising their special service to the Irish Open. It’s unbelievable that some tosser in a PR company gets paid to come up with this shit.

If they’re advertising Irish Rail, how about being honest? They should have blondie above dressed as a humongous foam turd, shrugging her sholders while twenty euro notes flutter down around her. ‘Irish Rail, We’re shit but we don’t care. It pays.’