Both seoige sisters would get it.
[QUOTE=“ciarancareyshurlingarmy, post: 1118065, member: 464”]That is not a confession, that is for things that are right.
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And best of all, for penance the priest told her to go to the festivities Saturday night. That was another two and a half hours so I was able to watch my Breaking Bad box set in peace.
I used to be a massive roaster.
When did you come to this realisation and how did you manage to turn your back on roasterism
I’ve known this for some time now.
I saw @Rocko recently and given his situation I felt very open and poured my heart out to him. I told him about my baggy corduroy pants, my Abercrombie hoodies, the breakfast rolls which pushed me towards 15 stone, wearing deck shoes to mass at home because I thought I’d made it big in Dublin.
I was still a roaster as recently as late 2010 as evidenced by choosing to live in midtown Manhattan and drinking in terrible Irish bars on 2nd Avenue. By early 2011 I was starting to change. I lost about 20lbs, started wearing cardigans (which were trendy at the time but not so much now), got a proper tan and by late summer 2011 I had moved downtown to the Village. I haven’t looked back since.
There is no cure for roasterism. I was just one of the lucky ones. I saw the light and threw out the baggy jeans.
I’m glad it’s all out in the open now.
baggy corduroy pants, my Abercrombie hoodies and deck shoes
You sound half southside Dublin jock or wannabe jock/half roaster. I think your confession here is a little premature.
The breakfast rolls, maybe swing it, mind.
Fair play. I must say I find it gas that some of roaster friends back home give me stick for having a discernable haircut and straight leg jeans.
I would like to consider myself as solid country stock. I thank my blessings everyday that I am not from an agricultural background or I too could easily have ended up a roaster and probably had roaster tendencies previously.
Thankfully I have never bought a short sleeve check shirt
[QUOTE=“briantinnion, post: 1149001, member: 6”]I’ve known this for some time now.
I saw @Rocko recently and given his situation I felt very open and poured my heart out to him. I told him about my baggy corduroy pants, my Abercrombie hoodies, the breakfast rolls which pushed me towards 15 stone, wearing deck shoes to mass at home because I thought I’d made it big in Dublin.
I was still a roaster as recently as late 2010 as evidenced by choosing to live in midtown Manhattan and drinking in terrible Irish bars on 2nd Avenue. By early 2011 I was starting to change. I lost about 20lbs, started wearing cardigans (which were trendy at the time but not so much now), got a proper tan and by late summer 2011 I had moved downtown to the Village. I haven’t looked back since.
There is no cure for roasterism. I was just one of the lucky ones. I saw the light and threw out the baggy jeans.[/QUOTE]
There may not be a cure but that doesn’t mean you can’t try and reach out.
You could offer a service where you can speak to roasters and without judging and without criticising you could try and coax them to a better life. Like one of those ex-gays in southern Christian America who speaks to those troubled by their sexuality.
I could see you parking up at Heuston Station on a bank holiday Monday for example and maybe approaching a couple of pure roaster type lads off the train. Just a simple flier to start and an invitation to join a group meeting. All you can do is try and help. If you even help one guy, it will make it all worthwhile.
[QUOTE=“Thrawneen, post: 1149010, member: 129”]baggy corduroy pants, my Abercrombie hoodies and deck shoes
You sound half southside Dublin jock or wannabe jock/half roaster. I think your confession here is a little premature.
The breakfast rolls, maybe swing it, mind.[/QUOTE]
The roaster tries to emulate the jock, believing that to be the promised land. It’s easy to pick a roaster who has never been to Dublin out of a line-up. They’re fine, they’re easily identifiable and they’ll generally stick to themselves. It’s the lad who went to UCD, who went on a J1, who thinks he knows a thing or two and is desperately trying (but failing) to emulate his urban brethern, without actually adopting the required sea-change in attitude: he’s the type of insidious roaster that needs outed.
Thesr insidious roasters are normally decked head to toe in Tommy Hilfiger clothing.
Got it.
For shame, @briantinnion
But fair play for having the balls to admit it. Unless Rocko threatened to out and you had no choice.
[QUOTE=“briantinnion, post: 1149001, member: 6”]I’ve known this for some time now.
I saw @Rocko recently and given his situation I felt very open and poured my heart out to him. I told him about my baggy corduroy pants, my Abercrombie hoodies, the breakfast rolls which pushed me towards 15 stone, wearing deck shoes to mass at home because I thought I’d made it big in Dublin.
I was still a roaster as recently as late 2010 as evidenced by choosing to live in midtown Manhattan and drinking in terrible Irish bars on 2nd Avenue. By early 2011 I was starting to change. I lost about 20lbs, started wearing cardigans (which were trendy at the time but not so much now), got a proper tan and by late summer 2011 I had moved downtown to the Village. I haven’t looked back since.
There is no cure for roasterism. I was just one of the lucky ones. I saw the light and threw out the baggy jeans.[/QUOTE]
How did you go about educating yourself Brian?
Also just on a point of order. On TFK roaster seems to be used as someone who is from the country and a bit of a bogger, ala @briantinnion a few years back. But as the man who brought the term to the forum a roaster is the real extreme side of boggerism and I think the term roaster is applied far too liberally on this forum
[QUOTE=“Big Mick McCarthy, post: 1149037, member: 1137”]
the real extreme side of boggerism and I think the term roaster is applied far too liberally on this forum[/QUOTE]
Is being in New York and consuming breakfast rolls every day while dressed like a young Brian O’Driscoll on his day off not the extreme side?
@Big Mick McCarthy
Could you suggest another term for fellas who aren’t full-scale roasters? “Bit of a bogger” isn’t all that catchy and Harbo would never nick it.
If you answer no to the following questions then you are not a roaster. The more yes answers the more severe the roaster
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have you ever bought a short sleeved check shirt
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have you ever passed lads cutting silage in a field and passed comment?
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have you ever driven a tractor
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have you ever spent an evening in the pub discussing livestock prices or the price of bails of hay
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do you clasp your hands together and grin when someone brings upban agricultural topic
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have you been known to use the terms “be god” or “to fuck” in most of your sentences
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did you evervpass comment on an attractive woman by using an agricultural metaphor - " I’d say the back box was never touched on her, spotless!"
Is there some guidance re how you know you’re a roaster? Maybe a questionnaire or 10 conditions you need to satisfy and you have to tick 6 of the boxes. Would I be correct in saying that Hipster and Roaster are the north and south poles of the character spectrum and to occupy some safe ground in the middle is advisable. Yours in life skills and continuous self enhancement.
[QUOTE=“Big Mick McCarthy, post: 1149070, member: 1137”]If you answer to the following questions then you are not a roaster
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have you ever bought a short sleeved check shirt
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have you ever passed lads cutting silage in a field and passed comment?
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have you ever driven a tractor
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have you ever spent an evening in the pub discussing livestock prices or the price of bails of hay
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do you clasp your hands together and grin when someone brings upban agricultural topic
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have you been known to use the terms “be god” or “to fuck” in most of your sentences[/QUOTE]
That’ll do