We had our first lad have his 2 weeks ago. The rigmarole involved is off the scale. He’s minted after it too of course
We’ve one next week. Decided not to have it a home and have a relatively handy crowd going out for a meal instead. Felt it was too reliant on weather to be having a big crowd to the house.
Herself asked if we need to buy any non-alcoholic drinks for this, the cunts can drink non-alcoholic taaay I told her.
A marquee rental covers the weather apparently
If you’ve a few in the family a marquee purchase prior to the communion run is vital. Covers all the upcoming nieces nephews events etc.
A fella up the road is having a band for the communion
Is he a Joyce?
I’d say there’s a band there already and not of the céilidh kind.
We’re in action next weekend at a Confirmation of a granddaughter. Relations are, shall we say fraught between mother and Gramps. It’ll be a bit like The Crown, courteous nods of the head and such.
Families, who’d have them?
Lookit (using my Tommy Walsh voice) we’ll motor through it. I’ll be my usual avuncular self, glad-handing all the chiselers and assorted attendees while she’ll probably be there seething at my gregarious attitude. Water off a duck’s back with me at this stage. We’re having a significant family event the following weekend - the select few type of job and she’ll be on the outside looking in.
As I said here years ago there are no winners in these family disagreements only losers.
The youngsters are the important ones caught up in the whole imbroglio and they’re the ones that have my fullest love and attention.
Second communion of the month later today. The parents aren’t that into sport so it’ll be interesting when there’s a few grumbles later for the rugby final and GAA to be shown. The mother will be insisting it’s the boys day.
Our lad’s is on next week in our place. From 4:45 the EFL Championship play off final will be booming around the house. I’ve told Mrs Spidey we’ll have grub etc done by then.
Go on then, what is the source of this unpleasantness between the two of you?
I “made” £29 for the confirmation. Not as much as some in the class but more than others. Auntie Áine seemed to have forgotten that she was my godmother and left me empty handed again. Uncle Pat, the godfather, gave me a crisp fiver and brought down a crate of Cidona and Britvic. Sound owl skin, he drove a lorry for Bulmers. Uncle Con and Auntie Peg stood for me on the day. Though they had a few bob, they avoided giving me the money that would have brought me over the £30 mark. No instead they opted for the more spiritually enriching gift of the Penguin Atlas of the Bible, which I fucked into the wardrobe in a fit of temper and which remains in the bottom of the wardrobe unopened to this day.
Mrs McHenry the next door neighbour gave me a pound which was very nice of her.
We went up to the Ardree Hotel for our tea. I had a chicken curry and jelly and ice cream.
What year was that ? As in, when was chicken curry a thing in Ireland?
We were way ahead of the gastronomic curve in Waterford.
The buddy with the bungee trampoline rig is making serious coin from hiring it out to communions.
Similar to this
There were Chinese restaurants in Dublin since the mid 50s so I guess it started then. I remember persuading the father to go to a Chinese in Cork when we were down for the famous Munster Football Final in 1976, so they were well established there by that stage too. He ate from the European side of the menu and had a steak and chips. I had chicken curry. I suspect that restaurant was run by Vietnamese as most of the restaurants set up during and after the 70s were. The ones before then were run by Hong Kongers.
Ah that’s far too complicate to be getting on with half a slab in you
We’re up next Saturday.
The men will take ownership of the sitting room and the women have the living/dining/island to themselves. The women will insist on popping in their heads into the sitting room at key minutes during the game to see to the lads want more food or drink and they’ll be hushed out in a polite a manner as possible.
A lot of die hard gga men up and down the country seem to be very into the hatters vs the singers