Tony played all the old hits that night
A lad arrived home from the US a few years back and was drinking in one of the pubs in the town. In walks an old school friend from secondary school who hadnât left the area since school. They greeted each other warmly.
So where are you based these days?
San Diego.
Where?!!
Itâs near to LA
Where?!!
Los Angeles
Where?!!
Ah for fuck sake - California
Where?!!
Ah Jesus - America
Oh right. You went to the convent, I only went to the tech.
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I see the odd reel of these - Crossley is a good man to tell âum.
Jigsaw
In fairness he delivers them well
Heard a good one that took place on the BOICMC over the weekend. @peddlerscross
Fedamore hosted a tournament at the weekend with Lismore, MLR, Toureen and Feakle there.
Anyway in an effort to keep the crowd engaged there was an MC interviewing people at different stages.
Big Dan Shanahan was the star turn for Lismore. He was quizzed on loads of things and then the MC asks âhow long did it take to travel up todayâ? Dan replies " it took us an hour and half to come up but it will take us two days to go home".
Heâs a bluffer.
Itâs two hours from Lismore at least.
Ok, ok Iâm wrong.
Cross country itâs an hour and a half.
I was assuming theyâd have to go through Clonmel
Fedamore must have been providing the tay because they certainly werenât giving any of them a game
A man from my home town was on his way out a while back,
Not a nice man. Heâd rob the eye from your head if he could and was always looking to pull some stroke.
His wife happened to have a blood pressure monitor on at the time when he passed away.
Shortly afterwards she went for a walk with her grandson.
âWould you look at thatâ she said pointing to her monitor.
âItâs the first time itâs had a normal readingâ.
I donât get it ![]()
Her blood pressure was back to normal once yer man died.
This Paul Gascoigne story about having a day off at Italia '90
"On one of our days off we went down to the beach to sunbathe. David Platt had joined the squad and ever since we arrived hadnât stopped going on about Doug Eliis, the Aston Villa owner and Plattyâs boss.
It was all, âDoug Ellis has the best yacht. Doug Ellis is going to do this. Doug Ellis is going to do that. Doug Ellis had installed the best pitch. Doug Ellis has flown to the moon.â
By lunchtime weâd had a few drinks, although we shouldnât have, and I decided it was time to take the p***.
There was a big-ass yacht anchored about three hundred yards off the beach and when I saw it I shouted, âOoh look, Dougie and his boat.â
I started to swim out to it and a few of the lads followed, mainly because I said they would probably have loads of drink on board.
As we got nearer I was calling out, 'Oh Dougie. Oh Dougie. Where are you? Just then a bloke peered over the side. âHello Paul.â F*** me, it was Doug Ellis.
About eight of us clambered on board, including Gary Linekerâs missus. We must have got through about thirty bottles of champagne and all of his food.
It was brilliant. At one point I leapt on Mrs Lineker for a laugh and we both tumbled over the side and into the ocean. Fortunately she saw the funny side, but Iâm not sure Gary did.
By the time we had to leave I was smashed. We were swimming back and I was about a hundred yards from shore when I began to get tired. I decided the best thing to do was take a deep breath, dive to the seabed, give myself a moment to relax, then push up and swim back as fast as I could."Yeah I know, not the smartest decision Iâve made, but I was p****d.
As I was coming back up I must have got turned around because after resurfacing and swimming hard I looked up expecting to see the shore but discovered I was heading in the wrong direction.
I was beginning to struggle and I panicked a bit. It was quite frightening. I started to wave my hands in the air and luckily enough a little dinghy with an outboard motor turned up.
It was Gary Lineker and another bloke. âGet in you daft b*****d,â he said.
When I looked up it was Nigel Kennedy, the violinist. âGive us a tune then, Nige,â I said. âHandelâs Water Music?â he laughed. I didnât have a clue what he was on about."
C: 90s football
If ever there was a case of TNH.
Nigel Kennedy thrown in at the end for good measure.

