Monday, September 20, 2010
Hey... you
It's a good thing twitter and blogs can remain idle and unloved and still be in full working order as long as you remember their passwords. If they were tangible-space-occupying items then we'd be forever dusting them, or oiling rusting hinges, or finding bin bags big enough in order to bring them to the charity shop.
Friday, January 16, 2009
don't never let noone tell you not to be proud to be Irish
A cup a scauld, a fag and the rubberbandits and I'm happy as Larry... cos I'm wasting time before I'll start studying (some Belgian wan's notes on) sociolinguistica Andaluza. Shmeautiful.
The Rubberbandits are a bold pair of youngflas from Limerick who make prank phonecalls and more recently they've taken to rapping all while parodying the Limerick City scobey culture. Parodying and celebrating the musical insanity turn of phrase only they can get away with. Their most insightful song to date is 'Up da Ra' which is a satirical portrait of the 'armchair Republican', the kind of lads who scrawled ugly grafiti of burning Union Jacks on every desk and wall of my school, the kind of youngfla who mispelled tiocfaidh ár lá or Éire 32 whenever they could. I personally thought this was fairly obvious seeing as the first verse is:
This video was taken down from youtube because of the negative comments it received...obviously there are some complete spa's out there if can't discern even the mostly thinly veiled of parodies. Sigh. Na'in but a bunch a gowls.
Memorable lyrics #7,092
Now is she an ugly bird or a big fat ride?
Aw mang I can't decide!
So sniffed some glue to clear my head
and rode her rotten on her mudder's bed.
I can actually imagine hearing that conversation coming from the higher up grafitti strewn seats at the back of the bus.
One time a good friend of mine was taking the 302 bus to town when he over heard two young wan's discussing one of the girls romantic exploits from the previous night.
Your wan: You still wit Jamie hun?
Me wan: I am yeah luv. He was over my place last night. We got a dvd and a chinese, ju know, aw it was pyure romantic like. Then he took me upstairs and jesus, if he didn't tear da hoop of me!
My friend: [frantically writing a 'send to many' text message and coining the most popular, disgusting, hilarious and overused phrase of the last year.]...aw boys!
I would say, 'ara only in Limerick!' but overheardindublin kind of precludes this!
The Rubberbandits are a bold pair of youngflas from Limerick who make prank phonecalls and more recently they've taken to rapping all while parodying the Limerick City scobey culture. Parodying and celebrating the musical insanity turn of phrase only they can get away with. Their most insightful song to date is 'Up da Ra' which is a satirical portrait of the 'armchair Republican', the kind of lads who scrawled ugly grafiti of burning Union Jacks on every desk and wall of my school, the kind of youngfla who mispelled tiocfaidh ár lá or Éire 32 whenever they could. I personally thought this was fairly obvious seeing as the first verse is:
Yeah now we're gonna give you a lesson in Irish history:
For over 300 years the British army have oppressed the Irish people.
It all started with the Great Potatoe Famine of 1916
When the English took our food.
When we were too starving and too weak to fight-
They stole the 7 counties in Ulster.
So Eamonn DeVelara rode to London on the back of horse
And punched the queen in da jaw
As a symbol.
For over 300 years the British army have oppressed the Irish people.
It all started with the Great Potatoe Famine of 1916
When the English took our food.
When we were too starving and too weak to fight-
They stole the 7 counties in Ulster.
So Eamonn DeVelara rode to London on the back of horse
And punched the queen in da jaw
As a symbol.
This video was taken down from youtube because of the negative comments it received...obviously there are some complete spa's out there if can't discern even the mostly thinly veiled of parodies. Sigh. Na'in but a bunch a gowls.
Memorable lyrics #7,092
Now is she an ugly bird or a big fat ride?
Aw mang I can't decide!
So sniffed some glue to clear my head
and rode her rotten on her mudder's bed.
I can actually imagine hearing that conversation coming from the higher up grafitti strewn seats at the back of the bus.
One time a good friend of mine was taking the 302 bus to town when he over heard two young wan's discussing one of the girls romantic exploits from the previous night.
Your wan: You still wit Jamie hun?
Me wan: I am yeah luv. He was over my place last night. We got a dvd and a chinese, ju know, aw it was pyure romantic like. Then he took me upstairs and jesus, if he didn't tear da hoop of me!
My friend: [frantically writing a 'send to many' text message and coining the most popular, disgusting, hilarious and overused phrase of the last year.]...aw boys!
I would say, 'ara only in Limerick!' but overheardindublin kind of precludes this!
Monday, January 12, 2009
oi! you! NOOOO
I don't want to be another ranting blogger person but I feel a rant coming on and nothing's going to stop me.
Why, oh why oh why oh why are 'Jew jokes' in vogue?
I dunno, jew know why?
No I don't, and shut up - what was the point of saying that? I really gets on my nerves - oi! you're not in Family Guy or Southpark so SHUT IT!
The majority of the people calling each other jews don't know anybody who is Jewish because they're from IRELAND. Also, it's not funny when you do it, you're not satirically poking fun at cultural stereotypes, you're just copying what Cartman said, you're not funny. Don't get me wrong, most of them aren't being offensive but holy gom tonight, it's just. not. funny.
I need to copy and paste/post an example of these inanities.
Why, oh why oh why oh why are 'Jew jokes' in vogue?
I dunno, jew know why?
No I don't, and shut up - what was the point of saying that? I really gets on my nerves - oi! you're not in Family Guy or Southpark so SHUT IT!
The majority of the people calling each other jews don't know anybody who is Jewish because they're from IRELAND. Also, it's not funny when you do it, you're not satirically poking fun at cultural stereotypes, you're just copying what Cartman said, you're not funny. Don't get me wrong, most of them aren't being offensive but holy gom tonight, it's just. not. funny.
I need to copy and paste/post an example of these inanities.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr is not just a place in offaly
Christ,that's twice now in the 2nd millenium that I've fallen foul to a house without heating. What in the name of god is up with that? Ireland and Spain are both fairly modern and developed countries so when searching for accommodation, not once, never ever while asking are the bin charges and chorus included have I considered inquiring about whether there is heating or not. Being able to see your breath inside is never a good thing, definitely not almost everyday. I don't think I ever went to the bathroom once I had taken refuge under my 2 quilts for the night because I'd probably freeze to death on the toilet... that's not the way I want to go, I'm not Elvis like.
Tonight I will wear 2 pairs of p.j. bottoms, 1 p.j. top and a hoody while cowering under a sheet, a pathetic Spanish excuse for a quilt (blanket with frills and flowers), an industrial strength blanket (9000 years old) and a fleecey throw (best €3 I ever spent) and slipper socks.
Character building I suppose.
Tonight I will wear 2 pairs of p.j. bottoms, 1 p.j. top and a hoody while cowering under a sheet, a pathetic Spanish excuse for a quilt (blanket with frills and flowers), an industrial strength blanket (9000 years old) and a fleecey throw (best €3 I ever spent) and slipper socks.
Character building I suppose.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Sleep? I think it's overrated
She is an admitted slow reader, The Lord of the Rings was finished in the same amount of time as a baby is baked. She would be embarrassed by the length of time the same book could be seen on her bedside locker. Reading a film review or whatever on Aertel with br/others always proved a challenge as she would have to blaze through, neglecting many (often important) words to ensure she was ready when the br/others were. This festive season however saw her reading to beat the band even though the page numbers didn't seem to be getting that much bigger. You see, when me wan was bate up with the flu, sweating and wheezing and drippin with shnot she realised she didn't like leaving her mind to her own devices.
Her dreams were uncomfortably close to disturbing and outright annoying. She awoke from these irritating dreams (or dreamt she did) in a sickly sweat and agitated state. Why the feck do they have to be ANNOYING she demanded the darkened room. A chestbone cracking cough, a decent slug of water and an exasperated whimper couldn't rid that horrid feeling of being annoyed, pestered, upset by the creations of her own head. She reasoned it was the feverish temperatures but she also reasoned that she was reasoning with herself so couldn't be happy with that excuse. When sleep wouldn't come back and her thoughts drifted she annoyed herself again by thinking about all the things she had wanted to do but never did, all the things she told herself never to do again but did with an ease and disregard, weaknesses were prodded and poked, pillowed were punched and flipped and sleep was begged to come back for all is forgiven. And sure as eggs is eggs, it did, this time more uncomfortable and with weirder dreams. Sure, at least it wasn't reality, wha?
So she says, feck this, I'm not allowing myself to beat myself up over and over again whenever things get a bit quiet, I need to keep the auld brainbox occupied. So the friend with the curly hair's books were bust out and she dove in size 3's first. Nice companion a book, she thought, if I don't like it sure I can start another, no offence caused wha? A nice bit of whisht upstairs for a while an all. Not a nice feeling that. Ara, read another chapter, it's an interesting book!!
A book a day keeps the men in the white coats away! Ay oh!
Her dreams were uncomfortably close to disturbing and outright annoying. She awoke from these irritating dreams (or dreamt she did) in a sickly sweat and agitated state. Why the feck do they have to be ANNOYING she demanded the darkened room. A chestbone cracking cough, a decent slug of water and an exasperated whimper couldn't rid that horrid feeling of being annoyed, pestered, upset by the creations of her own head. She reasoned it was the feverish temperatures but she also reasoned that she was reasoning with herself so couldn't be happy with that excuse. When sleep wouldn't come back and her thoughts drifted she annoyed herself again by thinking about all the things she had wanted to do but never did, all the things she told herself never to do again but did with an ease and disregard, weaknesses were prodded and poked, pillowed were punched and flipped and sleep was begged to come back for all is forgiven. And sure as eggs is eggs, it did, this time more uncomfortable and with weirder dreams. Sure, at least it wasn't reality, wha?
So she says, feck this, I'm not allowing myself to beat myself up over and over again whenever things get a bit quiet, I need to keep the auld brainbox occupied. So the friend with the curly hair's books were bust out and she dove in size 3's first. Nice companion a book, she thought, if I don't like it sure I can start another, no offence caused wha? A nice bit of whisht upstairs for a while an all. Not a nice feeling that. Ara, read another chapter, it's an interesting book!!
A book a day keeps the men in the white coats away! Ay oh!
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