The Non Party, Party was a great success and Mr Quinn seemed to have a brilliant time.
Here are a few things I learned this trip:
Queen Victoria stayed in The Commodore Hotel and it would appear one of the toilets hasn't been cleaned since then.
Why are hotel towels never quite big enough? And am I the only one to think any kind of fish for breakfast is an abomination?
Any Cork person who strikes up a conversation with you in a pub will be pretty much incomprehensible.
Any middle aged, Australian women who strike up conversations with you in a Cork pub will be pretty much certifiable.
If the person in front of you on the motorway is wearing a flat cap, the likelihood of them moving from the middle lane is remote in the extreme.
Any manoeuvres they do make will be completely unexpected and almost definitely life threatening.
A Hurley stick is made of Ash and I really, really want one as back up to my trusty Rounders bat!
Other news.
I had a job interview today at the School Crisp-e used to teach at.
They want Exam Invigilators and I could do with something to do.
It came as a bit of a surprise as I had filled in the application as a piss take.
I had listed Spurs and Vodka among my hobbies and 'to get me out of the house' for the reason I wanted the job.
I was patronised for fifteen minutes by a fat bloke who told me to walk quietly and be polite to the children.
Ok...
I went to a firework party yesterday.
I fucking love 'em!
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Great pic! We've had some cracking fireworks parties at Sleepy Mansions in the past.
Also, great interview technique, if you don't get this one, you should do more, just for the pisstake, apply for jobs you wouldn't want in a million years but wind 'em up like a good 'un.
Couldn't agree more on the understanding of the really deep Cork accent, we had an experience just like that in a pub there.
When I was in Liverpool you often came across Irish lorry drivers from out in the boondocks of Eire who spoke with such thick and incomprehensible accents that they were essentially aliens - you would avoid them like the plague - they would just babble in a strange tongue - and stagger around the city, wide eyed and fascinated by the lights..cars...pavements etc
We've had some fucking dangerous firework parties! LOL!!
Especially when we 'shelled' the "Behaviour Specialist's" house!
Even on serious applications I always try and get a 'piss take' in!
I was just relieved that this bloke wasn't there when I was expelled from the school!
That could have been awkward.
Tommy Tiernan describes the Cork accent as sounding like 'Tinkers trying to speak French'!
Perfect!
Richard... I know the very Irishman you describe!
They have big heads and big red faces, are called Joe or Paddy and look in pain when wearing a suit!
I need fireworks right now! Americans only do it once a freakin' year...
Good luck with the job search!
@SCW - seriously?? They seem to get the fireworks out for Halloween up here in the (not) frozen (enough) north. Of course, we are the token non-Chinese in our city, and the Chinese do love their fireworks.
As much as I hate to say it, when I was I kid you couldn't beat the Froggish for a banger.
An ear-drum splinteringly, bowel looseningly fucking LOUD banger!
They were the only reason I went on school trips to France!
Them and flick knives, of course.
Aaah! Happy Days!
Yeah Schnee! Here in Utah you can only do fireworks on the 4th and 24th of July. Even then you get fined if you enjoy it too much!
See! I knew thaose Mormons who come knocking the door aren't REALLY happy.
I should offer them fireworks instead of Coffee and Cola!
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