Clink who now?
I met an Englishman on the ferry from Liverpool to Dublin once who fought in Korea. I sat at his table and he introduced himself and we got talking. He was on his way to Sligo where he had family and was going to retire there. He had a bottle of vodka and we opened it and had a few shots. Then I asked him about Korea and what he experienced there. His skin turned grey at the mere question.
The more we drank, the more beans he spilled about his time there. He told me some seriously horrific things about captured soldiers being boiled alive, others having their skin removed but kept alive to out the fear into the attacking armies. Heads on sticks, the works. By the time we got into Dun Laoire, I was as drunk as I've ever been and I passed out.
My travel partner and the old man carried me off the boat and dumped me at the front door of the N.ational Maritime Museum, where I worked only a year before as the house sign-writer/calligrapher. My old boss, Stella Archer, found me there and called an ambulance. I woke up at the local hospital and my girlfriend was sitting by my bed. I asked where I was and how I got there and she told me that Ms Archer was asked to call her to tell her to collect me when I woke up after getting my stomach pumped.
Why would an Irishman need a gun?
Good.
We? Who's this '
we' you speak of, Thicko?
Mine are both classed as hobby/toy guns - they only shoot pellets, but I enjoy some target practice in the comfort of my own home.
Beer cans, annoying bluebottle flies, and landed mosquitos.
Are you warming up to a weather bulletin on RTE, Val?
Try doing it in a little red dress: the folks back home in Cavan love a man in high-heels.
Ahhh, no: not noise in the trees, Val.
That's terrible.
Fecking noisy trees.
You win today's prize in our weekly
'Spot The Obvious' game show.
Just curious,
P
Pruitt - but why do you use random capital letters mid-sentence?
Also: what use exclamation marks for things that aren't actually funny?
I only ask because there's a lad over on another site called PIsh who does exactly the same thing: random capital letters here and there but always in the wrong place and always followed up with dozens of exclamation marks. Maybe you two went to the same school? That would be an interesting way to reunite with old pals.
I loved the episode about Ozzy Osbourne taking a piss on the walls of the little chapel there and getting arrested. He claimed he was too drunk to know any better.
Give it a fucking rest Val: nobody is interested in bowing down to you or your wishes that things be done differently.
No wonder: they barred me.
Sparshop's a sock, you big thick.
He does, but he doesn't give a shite either way, Val.
Neither do the rest of us.
Kissing ass comes very easily to you though.
What's wrong with you, Val?
Is it cerebral or is it just the drink?
Again: wrong - as ever.
Well, we didn't care then and we care even less now.
They're all Mowl, Val.
You ought to know at least that much by now, eh.
