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You've snogged them in Copper Face Jacks, run from them in the Garda Club and been refused entry by their brothers to Club M.
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But how do members of An Garda Siochana stay alert, fit and ready for action at any moment (with appropriate overtime)?
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After all, it's a long enough day on the beat, before even thinking of the doorman gig at GiGi's and collecting the rent from the two-bed in Blanch the next morning.
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So what's the secret of our boys' pep? Plenty of breaks, it seems.
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- "Ah, sure."
- "There y'are."
- "Yep, tickin' over."
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- "...And then I can send the picture to Nuala's mobile."
- "And how much does that cost?"
- "50 cents on Eircell, but if you have an 085 I think it's cheaper..."
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"...So I says, ' no, son, you hold the smoke in your right hand. The left is for the lighter..."
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Chips, anyone?
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Next: it's lunchtime!
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Galleries 1 2 3
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