Showing posts from October, 2015

No Wonder I'm Tired. (A life in the week of a Scourge) .....with pictures


Laundry Day

For  20 weeks the Guards had been tailing John Duffy. The 55 year old had unknowingly been under surveillance as he drove in and out of the yard, or went to the shop, unmarked cars tailing him, lads sitting outside the farm when he was inside watching the news, or chawing the fat off a chop. Or wondering what he would do with the one and a half million euro he had buried in a field outside. Duffy, of Ballynanty Beg, had been inside before in 2000 -  for having drugs for sale - but this time a van load of men dropped the money over to him and told him to hide it fairly lively or there would be mucking furders. 
Previously, he had worked as a chauffeur and could valet a car as quick as a horse could trot. It may have been a mistake to rent a large container and connect an ESB supply to it. Ditto the humping of an electric tumble drier across the yard and up the step while the plain clothes boys on stakeout wiped the brown sauce from breakfast rolls off their chins in disbelief.
After bei…