Things I learned today (Part 1)

[Corksfinedtboy]

Yeah worked there,kearneys gone, shafted

[Corksfinedtboy]

15years ago at least

[Tassotti]

Sidetrax was rough as fuck. Full of whackers from the likes of Mahon who would not be let in anywhere else A lad was killed by the bouncers there around 20 years ago

[gilgamboa]

@backinatracksuit

Sidetrax across the road and down the alley

Was sidetrax under ground

[Juhniallio]

Today is in fact, Thursday.

[backinatracksuit]

I was only in there once ever, I was out on Paddy’s day with a lad that was barred from every other place in town (my ultra runner buddy), I’m almost certain that it wasn’t underground, I was a real indie kid, wouldn’t be caught dead in a mainstream sort of club, but sidetrax was tough and older

[Lazarus]

Incorrect today is draft day

[artfoley]

There’s twice as much sugar per ml in yakult than there is in coke

[Corksfinedtboy]

He was notorious for blindsiding doormen a known whacker,death was totally accidental

[myboyblue]

Lads, lay off @mac

[Lazarus]

Today is William Shakespeares birthday

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I’ll hammer it out.
My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix’d
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, ‘Come, little ones,’ and then again,
‘It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle’s eye.’
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king’d again: and by and by
Think that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate’er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?

[The_Most_Infamous]

Dermot Kennedy is a nephew of Mary Kennedy.

[glenshane]

@Lazarus

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I’ll hammer it out.
My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix’d
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, ‘Come, little ones,’ and then again,
‘It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle’s eye.’
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king’d again: and by and by
Think that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate’er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?

Ladybard that for us @Lazarus

[Lazarus]

Its Shakepeare bro

[Lazarus]

Patrick Kielty is married to Cat Deely

[Plastic_Paddy]

She has a such a Birmingham accent when she speaks normally.

[glenshane]

Ive one of his fishing rods. Bit whippy.

[Massey]

Posting Shakespeare,Christ this is TFK .This should be in the things that are wrong thread but I’m too lazy to post this twice

[Lazarus]

When we are born, we cry that we have come to this stage of fools

[glenshane]

Finally. Thanks @Massey