Wait ‘Til I Tell You
There’s no phrase that piques the interest of an Irish person more than “Wait ’til I tell you.” The prelude can be anything: a Garda talking to a neighbour in SuperValu, a scandalous affair that became public, or a WhatsApp voice note that proves you were right about yer man being a bit of an oddball.
What follows is rarely small talk. It’s usually one of three genres:
– Local news of international importance (“The new roundabout is after causing fierce bother”).
– Salacious gossip delivered in a not so subtle whisper (“I’m only saying what I heard…”).
– The obituary you weren’t expecting: “Do you remember yer man—you’d know him to see? Always wore the cap. Him. Dead.”
The magic is in the build. A proper “Wait ’til I tell you” arrives with props—eyebrows raised, a glance over the shoulder, maybe a hand to the chest like a defibrillator is on standby. There’s punctuation you can’t print: the gasp, the tut, the sharp inhale before the name-drop. And there’s etiquette, too. You must respond with equal ceremony: “Go ‘way outta that.” “Stop.” “You’re joking me.”
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Additional Info:
Sizes: A4 (210mm x 297mm) and A3 (297mm x 420mm). All prints are digitally printed to 220gsm Archival Matte paper with the option of single mount framing for both the A3 (20inch x 16inch) & A4 (16inch x 12inch) prints. All frames are handcrafted locally and the timber is sustainably sourced in Ireland.
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