Siobhan Hanley Caught Cheating on The Happy Pear!

Outrageous!

f we hadn’t seen it with our own camera lens, we simply would never have believed it.

Siobhan Hanley, the Patron Saint of The Happy Pear, bold as brass, sitting outside Café Gray, without a care in the world, drinking coffee and schmoozing with two veteran swingers of the town.

Oh, the horror. The hussy.

Perhaps Ms Hanley was merely trying that old trick of hiding in plain sight, where a busy November Saturday would just rush by her without anyone noticing that, lo and behold, this lady was far from her usual home. But the Greystones Guide is always on the lookout for the weird and the wonderful, and the wily when it comes to Ireland’s answer to Twin Peaks, and so it was that we discovered Ms Hanley, laughing it up, with the poor, clueless Flynn twins only a lentil’s throw away.

Rumours that The Happy Pear Corporation may be taking their trademark mascot to court over this shocking betrayal have yet to be confirmed, but, suffice to say, the accused doesn’t seem all that arsed about the possible legal and social ramifications of her casual afternoon dalliance with danger. To quote the lady herself when queried on the issue, “Ah sure, feck it!”.

Ah sure, feck it, indeed. For now, these photographs will be held in evidence. Suffice to say, if anyone out there should spot Ms Hanley munching down a croissant in Spendlove’s, or licking a burger in Joker’s, send your pics into [email protected]. Posthaste. If not sooner.

So we can stop this topsy-turvy nonsense stoner dead.