A local lad who insists on wearing a flat cap and dealer boots has never once set foot on a farmyard, drove a tractor or smelt good fresh cow shite we can reveal.
The man from Lislea has more in common with the city folk of Newry than the country shit-kickers of south Armagh but feels he has to wear the uniform of the farmer to ‘fit in’.
We spoke with him today and he said:
“I have no interest in farms, cattle or any of that nonsense. I love going into Newry and hanging out with my hipster intellectual friends while sipping latte’s in Grounded.
But I have to wear these ghastly dealer boots and this God awful flat cap to somehow identify that I’m from south Armagh. It’s quite unsightly.”