Poldy's old man is from Magyarország but Poldy lives on the banks of the Liffey. Molly is the wife you know. And there's the cat sweet creature. Poldy enjoys a bite of liver in the morning and the occasional Gorgonzola and mustard sandwich for lunch. A good glass of burgundy too.
Selling advertisement space is a hard way to earn a man's bread and Poldy meets many a character while about town but he tries not to let a hostile Citizen spoil a day. Aye, Poldy does not care much for chauvinism or fighting. A good chat can work out most problems between reasonable men.
It's what my old father called seykhl.