Kilmurray Precast Concrete & Hardware, Zone C, Mullingar Business Park.

Dermot drinks like a pig, crashes his car, does a runner; and for a nightcap beats up the harmless old fella next door

Dermot Kilmurray and wife Peg.

A number of years ago Dermot Kilmurray was drunkenly driving his battered Peugeot home from a pub in Mullingar when he clipped another vehicle. Kilmurray didn’t stop at the scene and give his insurance details1 and address, instead, he abandoned his ancient car and legged it down the street and hid in an overgrown ditch.

The Garda Síochána (Oirish police) were called by Kilmurray’s victim and they investigated by driving around the general area in search of the absconded driver. They didn’t bother getting out of their patrol car to check in overgrown drainage ditches or in the dimly lit parts of nearby grassy areas – it was annoying enough for these simple dears to have to drive to the scene without expecting them to also get out and walk about as well!

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Dermot then spent the next couple of weeks boasting to his cronies, and anyone who’d listen, about how his quick thinking and stealthy manoeuvres saved his licence.

Kilmurray Precast, Mullingar.

Another of Kilmurray’s traits that come to the fore when he has drink taken is to fight with vulnerable people. He’s a bully at heart and like all of these people he won’t risk assailing someone who’d hit back2. One of his favoured victims was a neighbour, Peter, who was emotionally needy.

Louis – a local taxi driver – one evening in a private home witnessed Kilmurray attack and assault Peter with his fists, drawing blood. Prior to the fight this trio had been out drinking together and at closing time had retired to one of their homes to continue partying. Louis stated afterwards that it was a regular occurrence for Kilmurray to attack and assault Peter – it’s common for the Pict Irish to engage in violence, especially after a few drinks.

I’ve spoken to people who have worked for Kilmurray and they’ve also said his bullying tendencies is atrocious. One chap who was saving for a house deposit, and to get married, told how Dermot would constantly pick on him and belittle him, with vile verbal abuse, in front of others. It’s amazing, considering his own history, that Kilmurray would bully and abuse his underlings like this.

Dermot has a thuggish head.

At one time Dermot was a truck driver who did a run between Ireland and the UK. On more than a few occasions, when Kilmurray was unloading in the UK, English people referred to him as “Paddy” – it was his own stupidity that caused this; he’d go in wanting special treatment and attempt to jump the unloading queue. One evening a weak looking English lad3 called him “Paddy” and Dermot turned on him like a demented savage; he scared the hell out of his teaser. Kilmurray reacted so animalistically that the manager of the depot called his boss in Ireland, Mick Rouse, and told him not to send Kilmurray to his warehouse again.

Rouse, as a result, threatened to fire Kilmurray and if it hadn’t been for Dermot’s belly crawling and sniveling pleas Rouse would have let him go. At the time Kilmurray’s marriage was rocky and if he lost his job his wife might well have left him. So Dermot crawled and whimpered like an ill-bred mongrel dog and Rouse relented. It’d be thought that Kilmurray would have learned from this to at least treat his employees with a mediocre amount of respect; and to give the lad who was trying to buy a house and get married a chance.   

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Kilmurray, circa 1992, at a point-to-point.

I suspect that by bullying and abusing people who work for him Kilmurray is, in his own fatuous way, getting revenge for past slights and insults. Pict Irish mongrels, like him, carry some type of regressive gene; the only way they can ever feel adequate or good about themselves is by berating others – a trait that caused them to be left to die in their millions in the famine of 1846-47.

Mr Kilmurray is big into horse racing and on any given Sunday will be seen strutting around a point-to-point field, somewhere or other, with the air of an aristocrat, and the demeanour of a brain-damaged Oirish arsehole. It’s rumoured he loses a lot of custom due to his arrogance when out and about. Kilmurray likes to associate with Mullingar’s perceived upper classes and doesn’t like little people trespassing on his “upper-crusted” realm. Unfortunately for Kilmurray Precast the people Dermot is arrogant to probably, as a result, won’t shop in his hardware store.

It’s a sight, though, to see Dermot and his slackjawed cronies sashaying around a rough-hewed racetrack with all the grace of lame lizards.  

Peg Kilmurray likes to lord it in the hospital

Dermot’s wife, Peg, is a nurse in the Midland Regional Hospital, Mullingar and whether she absorbed some of her husband’s mannerisms or if contemptuousness was evenly distributed between them from the start is a moot point. Nurses in the Rep of Ireland generally don’t have to have a high degree of either intelligence or personality. It seems, in fact, that in some parts of the country if the applicant doesn’t spit or bite regularly it’s enough to get them hired as nurses. Peg struts around this hospital as if it’s her own fiefdom; she’s a woman of enormous arrogance and self-importance. She really found the perfect partner when she met Dermot. ________________ 1At this time there’s a good possibility the prick didn’t have any insurance.

2Kilmurray will remember the time he attempted to push someone around in Ballinalack. The targeted victim wasn’t having it, though, and when Kilmurray saw there’d be a backlash he ran away yelping like a whipped dog.  

3This youth probably thought “Paddy” was his genuine name: Paddy is an actual name and lots of people in Ireland have it as such.