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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #495 on: March 21, 2009, 20:51:44 PM »

I can now die happy -- seriously I can

My heart is at risk

Stephen Jones would normally put those kicks over

It was Karma

Whatever it was my clickfest for the HORSE might be a little sloooow

My god I feel so good

party time

My house is manic

I can now meet my maker with joy

the drinks are on me in Cardiff



ok tx & well done
Ex Captain Team 'Cymru'

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #496 on: March 21, 2009, 21:39:41 PM »
Come the day and come the hour
Come the power and the glory
We have come to answer
Our Country's call
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Chorus
Ireland, Ireland,
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call

From the mighty Glens of Antrim
From the rugged hills of Galway
From the walls of Limerick
And Dublin Bay
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Chorus

Hearts of steel
And heads unbowing
Vowing never to be broken
We will fight, until
We can fight no more
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

Chorus

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #497 on: March 21, 2009, 22:04:19 PM »
Won"t bang on too much -- but hey it"s been bottled up for 61 years


I am so happy - now is the time to get me to buy you into a toureny

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #498 on: March 21, 2009, 22:06:11 PM »

Won"t bang on too much -- but hey it"s been bottled up for 61 years


I am so happy - now is the time to get me to buy you into a toureny


World Series of Poker Europe too much?

What about wee Stringer....made the difference for the deciding drop goal.

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #499 on: March 21, 2009, 22:10:21 PM »


Won"t bang on too much -- but hey it"s been bottled up for 61 years


I am so happy - now is the time to get me to buy you into a toureny


World Series of Poker Europe too much?

What about wee Stringer....made the difference for the deciding drop goal.


You"re right and when you are right you"re right -- O"leary was so slow .. stringer for president

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #500 on: March 21, 2009, 22:32:55 PM »



Won"t bang on too much -- but hey it"s been bottled up for 61 years


I am so happy - now is the time to get me to buy you into a toureny


World Series of Poker Europe too much?

What about wee Stringer....made the difference for the deciding drop goal.


You"re right and when you are right you"re right -- O"leary was so slow .. stringer for president


Even Stringer couldn"t have side stepped my WSOPE question so deftly.   :D

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #501 on: March 22, 2009, 02:01:53 AM »
I DID tell ya we"d win well before we were ahead..or my belly did.  Either way...SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP it!  Feel the love man!

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #502 on: March 22, 2009, 11:00:27 AM »

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #503 on: March 22, 2009, 12:24:32 PM »
Great review.

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #504 on: March 22, 2009, 14:29:17 PM »
This weekend is complete, Ireland are Grand Slam Champions (and the small matter of the Triple Crown). Between 1975 & 1983 (with the notable exception of Paris) I never missed an Ireland match Home or away. I may have mentioned that this period of my life was the best ever and although I am content with my lot, I think back to those years with a nostalgia that is genuine and sometimes sad. Not that the times were sad, but the memories make me a little sad.

I remember particularly warmly time spent in Edinburgh. Magnificent people, magnificent stadium and great Craic.

We would always arrive on a Friday and have a couple of sherbets. On one particular Friday the night ended up with us walking up the street with traffic cones on our heads singing the theme song to the Wizard of Oz. We were stopped by some police who fortunately had a sense of humour and made it back to our hotel without being arrested.

We woke up a little tender and had a hair of the dog before wandering up to the stadium. Rugby fans the world over are the best and mingle in a way that is still not possible with Football.

As usual we were getting a pasting and a jovial Scotsman in front of us passed a wee green bottle triangular in shape and offered us a "wee drink". Well Mickey took the bottle and necked it, handing it back empty with his thanks.

The jovial Scotsman looked at the bottle and shrugged his shoulders, I love Rugby fans. Mickey reached into his inside coat pocket and produced a 1 litre bottle of Paddy, proffering it to the Scotsman. Well his eyes lit up and he took a good slug.

If any of you have tasted Paddy, it is an earthy/peaty product and an acquired taste. He damn near choked as the liquid burned its way down his throat. We had a grand day and although beaten we kept a smile on our faces.

Hearts were playing Hibs that weekend and a Sunday morning paper had the headline "Irish fans show yobs how to behave"

I love rugby......... priceless......

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #505 on: March 22, 2009, 14:40:28 PM »
As magnificent as Croke Park is, it will be great when we return to the refurbished Lansdowne Road next year. However corporate commercialism demands that  the 50,000 all seater stadium will have a new name: The Aviva Stadium.

Feck off - it will always be Lansdowne road and will still have the "Lansdowne Roar"

-- the "Aviva Roar" doesn"t have the same ring to it

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #506 on: March 22, 2009, 14:54:44 PM »
It"s gonna look good though


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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #507 on: March 22, 2009, 15:36:11 PM »
My father was a direct person, and you were left in no doubt as to the thoughts that were in his brain. He also was not adverse to apportioning blame when things did not go entirely his own way. Normally this meant lumping the blame on me.

I wandered out to the shop one fine Saturday morning, and as usual he was at the till hands below the level of the counter and a guilty look on his face.

"FFS I thought you were your mother" says He
"Smoking again Da" says I
"Feck off" says he, pulling the sneaky ciggy from under the counter and drawing on it with a serene smile on his face.

"By the way, what are you at today" says he
"Thought I'd take a 10 mile run and then build a replica of the Taj Mahal" says I
"Feck off" says he "I need you after lunch"
"What for" says I
"We need to knock the shed next to Healy's" says he

FFS more manual labour when there was a pint with my name on it in Slattery's.

"No bother" says I

After lunch my mother took over in the shop and the ould lad and myself walked down to the shed. We had armed ourselves with Picks, Shovels & Sledgehammers and surveyed the shed.

Now it was attached to Healy's gable end on one side and looking at it I was not so sure that it didn't serve as a considerable prop for said gable end and I said so.

"Feck off ya eejit Healy's house is a solid as a rock" says he
"I'm not so sure Da" says I
"Start the other end" says he

Well we stripped the galvanise off the roof and removed the timber which didn't take long as it was rotten with age, and commenced breaking down the walls. It was going fairly well and I only just missed decapitating the ould lad twice, and he only managed to hit me on the backswing three times. Result in those days. We were about halfway along when I again voiced my reservations concerning the gable end.

"Feck off, it's fine" says he "and take care where you swing that sledge" FFS me take care, he was like Frank Spencer on speed with a sledge.

Still, I suppose Healy's house had stood before the shed was built and would surely stand after. We finished the job and the only damage to Healy's gable end was an area in need of plaster work along the lines of the wall and roof of the now demolished shed.

"Told ya, ya eejit" says the ould man "Safe as the Rock of Gibraltar"

We decided to move the rubble and metal on the next weekend and retired to the house for tea.

At precisely 21:10 a goodly proportion of Healy's gable end tumbled out and joined the rumble already there from the shed.

We were summoned to the scene of this particular ground zero to be confronted by Jimmy Healy.

"I told Ger" says the ould lad to Jimmy Healy

What, FFS I stared incredulously at the ould lad.

The house was still standing and the damage was limited to a central hole about 2 metres wide half way up the wall. It seems that the spot where it broke was in the bathroom and the wall was weak anyway and our efforts at demolition hastened the inevitable.

"I told him to be careful" says the ould lad
"Aye" says Jimmy
"I'll get it sorted" says the ould lad
"Aye" says Jimmy. Not one to be flustered the same Jimmy

FFS I knew better than to open my mouth however and held my counsel. The ould lad paid for the refurbish and regaled anyone who cared to listen that he always knew about the weakness and that his son never listened to him.

Priceless  

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #508 on: March 24, 2009, 19:45:33 PM »
I arose one fine Spring morning to a beautiful sunrise that streamed through my window. The shafts of light danced through the branches of the trees in the churchyard and I was at peace with the world.

"Ger, get your lazy arse down here NOW" boomed the ould lad

My peaceful reverie shattered I got dressed and slumped down the stairs.

"Yes Da" says I
"We have work to do" says he FML
"What work Da" says I
"I know you think Manual Labour is a Spanish musician but we have to clear the river" says he
"What river ?" says I dreading the answer
"The one at the back of the shop" says he

FML that river had a curse on me, I had fallen out of a tree into it, I had learned to swim in it (by being chucked into it) and the last time we had cleaned it was 3 years ago and then it was a ball breaking job. We had breakfast and wondered down the field to the river. The portion that was passing our land was nothing but a slow steady flow and I remember it being a whole lot faster and it hadn't been dry (this was Ireland FFS).

"It must be blocked further up" says he
"No Shiite" says I, nearly getting a cuff round the ear for my trouble.
"Off you go" says he FML

I descended into the river and started to trudge towards the low bridge and sure enough the river at the bridge was clogged with leaves and branches and looked a solid job. I clambered up the bank and looked at the other side. The whole of Paddy Gleesons field looked like a lake and the river on the other side was not discernable under the mass of water.

Why hadn't Paddy done something about the blockage as it was ruining his field, I thought. The ould lad had caught up.

"Why the feck hasn't Paddy sorted this" says he.

Sigh you can guess the next command.

"Clear the blockage NOW" says the ould lad.

FML, I climbed down into the river bed and began clearing the debris. Looking back I must have still been asleep as there I was in a river bed about 5 feet below the bank level clearing a blockage that had Lake Geneva behind it. I continued cursing under my breath as the ould lad lit his pipe and sat contented and serene on the bank. I had reached the edge of the brickwork when a particularly stubborn branch would not budge under my efforts.

"For Fecks Sake" said the ould lad clambering down to join me.

We pulled, it came dragging a power of leaves and debris behind, it kind of gave a popping sound and the contents of Lough Derg surged through the small gap under the bridge. I was sent flying arse over tit down the river bed. The ould lads hobnails passed through on their way over me as we were dragged for about 20 metres until the initial surge abated.

The ould lad couldn't swim and was splashing around like a demented hippo. At this stage the water was only about 4 feet deep and the surge had gone, so I dragged him to his feet.

"It's not deep Da" says I
"I know that you eejit I was only trying to find me pipe" says he. Said pipe being clamped between his teeth as strong as any vice.

Well I just started to laugh and laugh and couldn't stop as he glowered at me and scrambled up the bank.

I paid for that over the next couple of weeks but it was well worth it.

Priceless  

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Re: Duke attempts the Impossible
« Reply #509 on: March 24, 2009, 22:11:15 PM »