"...Dubliners have a great turn of phrase when it comes to describing the extremes of hunger pangs...
I'm that hungry I could eat a nun;s arse through the convent railings.
I'm that hungry I could eat the balls off a low-flying duck."

Release for Bookcrossing Monopoly. Team Boot, turn 4.

There is 398 ft tower rising to the sky of Dublin called The Spire of Dublin. Standing there for no particular reason, for no particular purpose, standing there, trying to be pretty and failing so. No surprise then that witty Dubliners have quite a few names for it. The Nail in the Pale, The Rod to God, The Erection at the Intersection, The Lampland in Clampland and The Stiletto in the Ghetto to name a few. All names may be found in the book called "Dublin Wit" stuck on the Rod itself for grabs.