Re: (OffTopic/Guinness) Mick
mick
location: Shambala
listening to: Sounds that can’t be made
registered: 2001.10.26
We'd adopt you as a Corkonian but you'd have to visit....
Visiting the UK just moved up a notch on my list of, “Things to do before I lose all hope."
Two things...Cork is not in the UK, it technically is in the republic of Ireland, which whilst part of Great Britain is not quite the same as the UK, letting go of hope (and fear) can be a great thing, and 3) I'll raise a gallon of Guinness to you next Friday as I float in ecstasy to the sound of Patrick Street in concert up in good ol Landan tawn, or Camden tawn to be precise in cackney speak.A bit like seeing the Led Zeppelin of trad, and to top it all I managed to get a ticket for Ursula to do a fiddle workshop with her fiddle hero Kevin fucking Burke. The shire equivalent of Nirvana for my old Rosie. My mouth the next day will have the I've-been-licking-a-camel's-arse-again feel to it that Big Al loves so much on Paddy's day. From drinking GUinness of course. Not literally from licking a camel's arse...though if someone spiked me drink with mushrooms I'd not rule it out...remember Brendan Behan's ode to Guinness...say it every time you raise your glass...
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a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
mick
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We'd adopt you as a Corkonian but you'd have to visit....
Visiting the UK just moved up a notch on my list of, “Things to do before I lose all hope."
Two things...Cork is not in the UK, it technically is in the republic of Ireland, which whilst part of Great Britain is not quite the same as the UK, letting go of hope (and fear) can be a great thing, and 3) I'll raise a gallon of Guinness to you next Friday as I float in ecstasy to the sound of Patrick Street in concert up in good ol Landan tawn, or Camden tawn to be precise in cackney speak.A bit like seeing the Led Zeppelin of trad, and to top it all I managed to get a ticket for Ursula to do a fiddle workshop with her fiddle hero Kevin fucking Burke. The shire equivalent of Nirvana for my old Rosie. My mouth the next day will have the I've-been-licking-a-camel's-arse-again feel to it that Big Al loves so much on Paddy's day. From drinking GUinness of course. Not literally from licking a camel's arse...though if someone spiked me drink with mushrooms I'd not rule it out...remember Brendan Behan's ode to Guinness...say it every time you raise your glass...
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a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
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