Head Rambles
Rambles around the head of an Irish Grandad
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
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You’ve been at the cooking sherry again haven’t you ?
Why is today called “Good Friday”? I know. Google it.
Who said it was good that they are closed ?
No such problems here in Tunisia. But then, they don’t do Easter here anyway. No choccy eggs or Easter bunnies. Only the bunnies in the lapin ragoût.
piss all
TT – Cooking sherry is worse than gnat’s piss. Wouldn’t touch if I was parched.
Willie – Couldn’t be arsed. I was hoping you might save me the trouble. I should have known better.
Mossy – I hate gloaters. May your beer be flat and your glasses forever empty.
Cat – Agreed.
Well, it’s about 6pm here and I’m off to the pub for a couple of pints of the black stuff and a Midleton.
I did try to copy and paste part of a wikipedia article but it didn’t take. So, screw it.
You should find a good lock-in. I have.
Peter – It is Saturday now and normality has resumed. Lockins aren’t required. Are you sure you’re in a pub? Are there bars on the windows and large steel gates? Are there blokes in uniforms with lots of keys? I think you may be in the wrong place.