Thread: How are you celebrating St Paddy’s?

Originally Posted by David48atTD

Particularly in Galway where I used to live.

Galway is beautiful, on the one day a year it doesn't rain.

I was in Galway one when they won the All Ireland Football Grand Final, phhaaark me, what. a. party. (around 96 or 97)

^ I used to live in Salthill, a 'beach-side' suburb of Galway ... it's 3C there now


Memories of ...

clifden

the aran islands

the burren

Originally Posted by David48atTD

^ I used to live in Salthill, a 'beach-side' suburb of Galway ... it's 3C there now


Memories of ...

clifden

the aran islands

the burren

I know Salthill, only ever seen it grey and miserable.

Originally Posted by David48atTD

the burren

Conquered Mirror Wall at age 16. Grade E6 iirc.

Sorry, but the Irish have to stop 'dancing' like they've got a broomstick up their collective arses . . . lovely people, especially one with whom I backpacked through Greece and Turkey in the 80s . . . from Cork . . . Aaahhhh yes . . .

Fark it, let them dance like nobody is watching!!!

Originally Posted by panama hat

Sorry, but the Irish have to stop 'dancing'

Bastard, red incoming

Originally Posted by panama hat

Fark it, let them dance like nobody is watching!!!

Ok, apology accepted, red retracted.

Originally Posted by panama hat

Sorry, but the Irish have to stop 'dancing' like they've got a broomstick up their collective arses

One of the theories ...

Apparently the Church did not want boys and girls to hold hands. To stop this they made them hold their arms by their side. Another idea is that, at a time of puritanical Catholicism, the Church in effect ironed the fun out of Irish dancing to make it reflect Christian ideals

Bushmills.

There'll be no purchasing of a stupid green hat and t shirt, drinking of flat beer which turns your shit black or eating of some gad awful potato pie in some loud faux Paddy pub with midgets paid to dress as leprechauns for me this year.
Thank fuck.

Fuck the pope you feenyan kunts.

Despite myself I still fucking drunk today. Irish koonts.

Originally Posted by Cujo

Despite myself I still fucking drunk today. Irish koonts.

Evidently so.

88

Originally Posted by Dillinger

Fuck the pope you feenyan kunts.

Fenian is the correct spelling.

(I hope your next shit is a hedgehog.)

1 week late for my paddywhacker's knees-up... You need to start the thread a week before next year Willy for fair stocking-up warning.

I love watching the fine foamy fizzle settling upwards

^ Every time I see you post I worry a bit... does it not get a bit stale doing whatever you want whenever you want... surrounded by toys and eating whatever food you decide on and drinking whatever takes your fancy? Not to mention an endless stream of easy going visitors?

My offer of a life swap is still on... the wife's a bit temperamental but I have a lovely daughter, six OK street dogs and 40 odd chickens you can get 10 eggs a day from.

Give it some thought, please...

I went to Kinsale once. It was very nice, but full of Americans who thought they were Irish because their great great great grandmothers shagged a seppo back in the day.

In fairness, this probably qualified them for the Irish national football team.

Originally Posted by Mendip

Every time I see you post I worry a bit... does it not get a bit stale doing whatever you want whenever you want... surrounded by toys and eating whatever food you decide on and drinking whatever takes your fancy? Not to mention an endless stream of easy going visitors?

Fuck off Bendy, its not his airfix models, XJ6 with dead hooker in the trunk, 200 metre driveway, collection of single malts and syrup, blokes cookery skills or little red book of aging Asian hookers you'd swap your life, soul and family for ...its his collection of size 8 stilettoes and the freedom to prance around pulling yourself off, at will and great height, into the nearest washing basket, without repercussions, you sick fuck.



Have you ever tried on a pair of heels?

Originally Posted by Dillinger

There'll be no purchasing of a stupid green hat and t shirt, drinking of flat beer which turns your shit black or eating of some gad awful potato pie in some loud faux Paddy pub with midgets paid to dress as leprechauns for me this year.
Thank fuck.

Fuck the pope you feenyan kunts.

Go raibh maith agat mo chara , Tiocfaidh ar lá

I am pure Irish descended from an unbroken line of antecedents stretching back 350 years who settled in and around Ulster but mainly in Donegal and Down.

I have never ever felt wholly at ease with the English as a society and the Brexit madness merely confirmed my reservations were well founded.

Nevertheless, I utterly loathe the cod Oirish bollox that is St. Patrick's Day and every time I hear that fucking hippity-jippety-skippity music my soul dies just a little bit more. Danny Boy makes me retch.

Originally Posted by Seekingasylum

Nevertheless, I utterly loathe ... St. Patrick's Day.

Well there's a revelation.

I'm of Irish descent originally, family from Newry. My father was born in England and brought up Catholic. He hated the Catholic church so much that he wouldn't have me and my siblings baptised Catholic and never spoke of his family roots.
I really don't understand all this celebration over ones roots. I was born English but couldn't give 2 fcuks about St Georges Day. I really have no allegiance to any country. All a load of shit IMO.

Originally Posted by Seekingasylum

Danny Boy makes me retch

“And you will bend and tell me that you love me”
Those lyrics obviously bring back painful memories of rejection in BoysTown

As a cum guzzling raging Ocker poofter from Adelaide, gay Oz mecca, I can well understand your obsession with the fantasy that I'm queer.

Originally Posted by Pragmatic

I really don't understand all this celebration over ones roots

I'm all for any excuse for a piss up, especially now.
I'd even do Pride if it was on