It’s just not the same on here when the Dunph takes a night off. 
+1.
Where could the great man possibly be? Tournafulla Man is off the beer and TwoRunnyEggs is online at this very moment. He could be up in Dublin to go out with cailinlochgarman, I suppose. The sooner Dunph gets the new fangled, fancy phone with internet access he’s been researching the better for all concerned.
+1
I believe he’s off getting a crash course in how to use his new internet phone tonight.
heard he was at second cut
It’s like losing your star player through injury.
There is no way that that anyone would have bumped that Godforsaken Tipp Gaa thread if they knew the Dunph was around keeping an eye on things.
:rolleyes: I do my own thing bro. Although it did take a disturbing turn…
I had some evening. I was off discussing matters of the leash with a sage old man. We talked about the Derby, Fr. Meades Dalcash line, the price of dogs at the sales nowadays, the possible shortage of dogs for when the new track opens in Limerick and the schooling track in Knocklong amongst other things…
unreal stuff Dunph, was this old sea dog smoking a pipe while he regaled you with stories?
He doesn’t smoke but it was a very relaxed setting He was shoeless and there was no distractions on in the house such as tvs, radios, hi-fi’s etc. Just two men talking about dogs…
Sounds alot like this noble fellow Dunph.
The Fisherman
William Butler Yeats
Although I can see him still.
The freckled man who goes
To a grey place on a hill
In grey Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies,
It’s long since I began
To call up to the eyes
This wise and simple man.
All day I’d looked in the face
What I had hoped 'twould be
To write for my own race
And the reality;
The living men that I hate,
The dead man that I loved,
The craven man in his seat,
The insolent unreproved,
And no knave brought to book
Who has won a drunken cheer,
The witty man and his joke
Aimed at the commonest ear,
The clever man who cries
The catch-cries of the clown,
The beating down of the wise
And great Art beaten down.
Maybe a twelvemonth since
Suddenly I began,
In scorn of this audience,
Imagining a man,
And his sun-freckled face,
And grey Connemara cloth,
Climbing up to a place
Where stone is dark under froth,
And the down-turn of his wrist
When the flies drop in the stream;
A man who does not exist,
A man who is but a dream;
And cried, ‘Before I am old
I shall have written him one
poem maybe as cold
And passionate as the dawn.’
[quote=“The Dunph, post: 353714”] Just two men talking about dogs…
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Sounds like a Friday night out for me with fellow forum members.
Sounds like a good night out…
Dunph telling some awful porkies on this thread…he was spotted in Cusack Park last night, with a black and yellow wristband on him
I was not, i have people on this forum who can vouch for my whereabouts. I don’t even know where Cusack Park is or what was happening there last night…
Dunph I look forward to our next chat.
:lol:
You can’t bate auld dogs for long roads, my knowledge of the greyhounds is non existent but I have spent many the evening with lads talking about black and tans, hurling, farming and gardening.
One think I would have picked up form lads like this is the proper mix for bluestone
I think you’ve just proved the existence of god because a night out like that sounds like hell.
These lads would not insult you or a public house by discussing such matters there, you are invited into their homes for tea or a drop, you are made welcome there they are honourable honest men, men of tradition and a quite dignity, men of work, the older generation have seen and done thing we will never do or have yet to do in our lives. They are great craic too