Bump
One year its wrong, the other year its right
Bump
One year its wrong, the other year its right
Ooofffttt.
What a strange topic to invent a story about.
When I was in school our tour would consist of the auqadome and a shopping centre.
The Squire of Disbury is off on 7 day arctic hikes (albeit in a pair of shitty underpants).
One of my auld lads favourite expressions when talking about one of the apes below in the village
“The last time he left the place was on school tour”
You’ve already accused my of lying on the celeb spot when I wasn’t. (I confirmed the validity of the spot the following week with the cafe nero lass, his wife is from manc, and they have a house**** in the area
****mansion
The underpant story is true. Its in the wrong thread this year, as, despite promising that she would pick him up at six am this morning if I dropped him off at midnight two weeks ago, when we got a phone call at 4am to say they’d arrived, she feigned death, so I had to pick him and his minging bag uo, with antlers sticking out of a rip in the side, and observe as he togged off and jumped in the bath (as I was asking him all about it)
Add to this that she didn’t have work today, whereas I was working from 8 am, and had a run date with my great pal Ed at 0630.
Now that I read this back, I’m fucking livid. She’s not getting any tonight. Not off me anyhow.
She has you dancing on a string mate.
That’s what my ma says.
Yeah she told me as well.
School tours for us involved robbing as much useless stuff as you could and singing about the woman of 92 (parlez vous)
We cleaned out the gift shop in Bunratty
So you’ve always loved tacky shit?
The comprehensive I taught in used to run an annual trip to knock, strictly for the nice classes, and the dears that taught the nice classes. An uneventful polite grammar stream tradition that spanned a couple of decades or more.
One year, for whatever reason a shoplifting pandemic took hold of them. Pure mayhem - fluorescent statues, rosary beads, miraculous medals, holy relics etc.
When they got back to the school the kids had to be herded into the assembly hall while the head read the riot act. Then all the kids were handed a pencil and jotter and were told to make a list of what they had pilfered. Not one of them had made a sound for ages, other than the scraping of pencils. The tension was unrale, nobody had a clue how this was going to end. After a while one innocent child put up her hand and said she’d run out of room and wanted another page .
The rest is history.
it’s a real insight into how the other half lives.
In fairness to Flatty Óg, he hardly had a case of sweaty bollocks trudging across the Greenland Ice Sheet.
Was over in the west the week before last. Mass had and a nice blessing too. You can’t beat the feeling that a trip to Knock can inject into you.
Stopped in the McWilliam in Claremorris for lunch… too moved by the mornings blessings to drive home.
Hunkered down, lovely swim and lunch in the hotel, nice meal in the town later that evening.
Wonderful people. Sad to say they’ve lost the hunger for Croke Park…well at least until the semis.
I’d add that I never left the country til a school exchange to France aged 16. Then on a j1, then working the sites in London.
How many pairs of jocks had you
I can’t remember, but id say ptobably owned two pairs of jeans and four pairs of jocks (y fronts)
Having a pint in the local this evening and I felt something being shoved into my pocket. A bad debt from 2010 that I’d long forgotten about… paid in full.
One of the Klare krowd?