Art is amazing 😊 My suggestion is old lad sitting on the stool at the corner of the bar
Temple Bar punk next please 😂
Art is deadly man, well done.
The better of horses who is in the pub every day, yet doesn’t appear to have a job.
45 pints man!
The fella in every town who hangs outside the local pub smoking and looking around
The Guinness drinking GAA auld lad that’s trying to live vicariously through the young players.
Great work, man 👌
Matt LeBlanc as an Irish Dad
In a similar vein, the agrispec boy racer
The “tanned” young wans
It would help if you watermarked these to avoid others taking them as their work
You forgot to put little tufts of hair in his ears.
The old lady that works in the shop
The Irish Mammy
The body guard, lad who was “escorting” hutch
A group of lads at the donegal rally in front of their is2000s and honda civics lol
You should do one of a man in an orange high vis, big red head on him, tiny legs, big belly, brown hair, huge arms, denim jeans and a tattoo that says “pure irish beef” on the right foreman. That would be John, I work with him. He’s a mad bastard originally from Tipp with a heart of gold. Strong as a fucking ox as well. I’d love to be able to show him. Brown work boots as well, always has his golden retriever with him, usually drinking a bottle of orange and eating a box of wedges. If you do happen to take my idea on board include the phrase “not just a fat bastard”. That’s what he says when he solves a problem.
Your man
A Dublin taxi driver, the ones that smell of battered sausages and john player cigs and hates all the foreigners. Drives a Toyota.
I feel seen.
Pintman.
The “I could have played county” lad
Can you do my grandfather? Drunk dad of 13, 1960s Limerick
Fake blonde, orange tan, loud talker.
So, Trump or a drunk bridesmaid at a hen party. You choose.
The sleepers. The aul one in the pub that gets a pint then nods off in the corner. But the plot twist is that they are t really sleeping. They are gathering pintman intel.
Rugged guy with purple nose, newspaper under arm, fat old jack Russell and a deep contempt for anyone not 6 generations deep in his town.
Looks great! The deli woman who makes the fillet rolls
Young wan in a shiny tracksuit pushing a buggy
The cheerful old fella with the red cheeks working the butcher counter in Dunnes.
Trad session players. Fiddler, flutist, bohran player, guitarist and so on.
Oh and do provos.
Your mum’s mate Eileen who always has the goss
Sock and tracksuits guy who ask you for €2 .
Mrs McGuinness, of the local ICA branch. You know her, she also does raffles for the GAA and she set up the community text alert group.
The old nosey neighbour lady, whose face looks like it was bred generations for peeping out the curtains.
Cocaine head middle manager who you have to pretend to like because he’s related to the owner of the company. He doesn’t get jokes but for some reason thinks he’s funny and is always up for “the craic” because his mrs left him.
For detail, he’ll be wearing boat shoes, frayed legs on boot cut jeans and a shirt that has pink on it somewhere.
Stick a couple 12 year olds wearing Tech Fleece on an electric scooter
Young lad. Wearing a hoody tracksuit. No socks. Air max. Sh1t haircut. Whispy bumfluff moustache. Stud earing. Skinny, shaved head, pointy nose and chin, eyes too close together. One hand down his pants the other squeezing the life out of a cigarette. If you can find a way to show the ungodly smell of sh1te mixed with builders armpit from the weed they’re smoking 24/7.
The Irish American “Plastic Paddy”
Do a Garda for a laugh!
The Dub who owns a horse.
The West Cork hippie
The not-so-secretly-repiblican secondary school teacher.
The irish gym bro
The orange girl
The Gareth Brooks concert attending middle aged woman
The croke park flag seller
The almost definitely embezzling village shopkeeper
Nice farmer. For another idea, how about the publican? Some recognition for the man or woman that pours us our pints.
The reliable barmaid. Knows everyone’s order. Has a pen in her ponytail, usually wiping down a baby chair. Seen in every carvery in ireland
“The scrote”
“The typical barman”
“The mourner”
Fierce camogie girls
The FG/FF county councillor, whose the pillar of society and somehow owns every business in a rural village/small town. Usually, they’re a bit rotund, red cheeked, and have a bit of male pattern baldness to boot. They’ll always drop a condolence on RIP.ie, too, just to keep in with the local electorate.
The Irish tech bro
Tracksuited teens vaping in the back of the bus. Have to be a group portrait though, never seen fewer than 3 of them at a time.
The granny lighting a candle for the leaving cert
“The lad”, grey tracksuit bottoms, a dangerously tight white lacoste T-shirt, north face jacket, that stupid peaky blinders fade haircut, disposable vape, clutching his pint in his hand above his waist while his other hand points to his mate in the photo
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Art is amazing 😊 My suggestion is old lad sitting on the stool at the corner of the bar
Temple Bar punk next please 😂
Art is deadly man, well done.
The better of horses who is in the pub every day, yet doesn’t appear to have a job.
45 pints man!
The fella in every town who hangs outside the local pub smoking and looking around
The Guinness drinking GAA auld lad that’s trying to live vicariously through the young players.
Great work, man 👌
Matt LeBlanc as an Irish Dad
In a similar vein, the agrispec boy racer
The “tanned” young wans
It would help if you watermarked these to avoid others taking them as their work
You forgot to put little tufts of hair in his ears.
The old lady that works in the shop
The Irish Mammy
The body guard, lad who was “escorting” hutch
A group of lads at the donegal rally in front of their is2000s and honda civics lol
You should do one of a man in an orange high vis, big red head on him, tiny legs, big belly, brown hair, huge arms, denim jeans and a tattoo that says “pure irish beef” on the right foreman. That would be John, I work with him. He’s a mad bastard originally from Tipp with a heart of gold. Strong as a fucking ox as well. I’d love to be able to show him. Brown work boots as well, always has his golden retriever with him, usually drinking a bottle of orange and eating a box of wedges. If you do happen to take my idea on board include the phrase “not just a fat bastard”. That’s what he says when he solves a problem.
Your man
A Dublin taxi driver, the ones that smell of battered sausages and john player cigs and hates all the foreigners. Drives a Toyota.
I feel seen.
Pintman.
The “I could have played county” lad
Can you do my grandfather? Drunk dad of 13, 1960s Limerick
Fake blonde, orange tan, loud talker.
So, Trump or a drunk bridesmaid at a hen party. You choose.
Publican, Politician, Fisherman, Sliotar Mom, Sea swimmer, Lycra Lad(cyclists), Boy Racer, Horse Rider, Hiker, Biker, Surfer, Sheep Herder.
The shlug
The sleepers. The aul one in the pub that gets a pint then nods off in the corner. But the plot twist is that they are t really sleeping. They are gathering pintman intel.
Rugged guy with purple nose, newspaper under arm, fat old jack Russell and a deep contempt for anyone not 6 generations deep in his town.
Looks great! The deli woman who makes the fillet rolls
Young wan in a shiny tracksuit pushing a buggy
The cheerful old fella with the red cheeks working the butcher counter in Dunnes.
Trad session players. Fiddler, flutist, bohran player, guitarist and so on.
Oh and do provos.
Your mum’s mate Eileen who always has the goss
Sock and tracksuits guy who ask you for €2 .
Mrs McGuinness, of the local ICA branch. You know her, she also does raffles for the GAA and she set up the community text alert group.
The old nosey neighbour lady, whose face looks like it was bred generations for peeping out the curtains.
Cocaine head middle manager who you have to pretend to like because he’s related to the owner of the company. He doesn’t get jokes but for some reason thinks he’s funny and is always up for “the craic” because his mrs left him.
For detail, he’ll be wearing boat shoes, frayed legs on boot cut jeans and a shirt that has pink on it somewhere.
Stick a couple 12 year olds wearing Tech Fleece on an electric scooter
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Young lad. Wearing a hoody tracksuit. No socks. Air max. Sh1t haircut. Whispy bumfluff moustache. Stud earing. Skinny, shaved head, pointy nose and chin, eyes too close together. One hand down his pants the other squeezing the life out of a cigarette. If you can find a way to show the ungodly smell of sh1te mixed with builders armpit from the weed they’re smoking 24/7.
The Irish American “Plastic Paddy”
Do a Garda for a laugh!
The Dub who owns a horse.
The West Cork hippie
The not-so-secretly-repiblican secondary school teacher.
The irish gym bro
The orange girl
The Gareth Brooks concert attending middle aged woman
The croke park flag seller
The almost definitely embezzling village shopkeeper
Nice farmer. For another idea, how about the publican? Some recognition for the man or woman that pours us our pints.
The reliable barmaid. Knows everyone’s order. Has a pen in her ponytail, usually wiping down a baby chair. Seen in every carvery in ireland
“The scrote”
“The typical barman”
“The mourner”
Fierce camogie girls
The FG/FF county councillor, whose the pillar of society and somehow owns every business in a rural village/small town. Usually, they’re a bit rotund, red cheeked, and have a bit of male pattern baldness to boot. They’ll always drop a condolence on RIP.ie, too, just to keep in with the local electorate.
The Irish tech bro
Tracksuited teens vaping in the back of the bus. Have to be a group portrait though, never seen fewer than 3 of them at a time.
The granny lighting a candle for the leaving cert
“The lad”, grey tracksuit bottoms, a dangerously tight white lacoste T-shirt, north face jacket, that stupid peaky blinders fade haircut, disposable vape, clutching his pint in his hand above his waist while his other hand points to his mate in the photo