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St. Patrick's Day
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Failte from Ireland 
sorry about all the Paddy's Day 'celebrations' - i'm off to get drunk now
Stopped in Shannon, Ireland before hitting Kuwait. Was stuck in the airport for 18 hours. Pub was closed as we weeren't allowed to drink. Then the officer-in-charge FINALLY cleared for us to get ONE pint of Guiness... while standing in the long line 10 minutes later, or flight tells us to board....
EdelBrock wrote: Stopped in Shannon, Ireland before hitting Kuwait. Was stuck in the airport for 18 hours. Pub was closed as we weeren't allowed to drink. Then the officer-in-charge FINALLY cleared for us to get ONE pint of Guiness... while standing in the long line 10 minutes later, or flight tells us to board....
So you got lucky and missed out on that black goo? 
EdelBrock wrote: Stopped in Shannon, Ireland before hitting Kuwait. Was stuck in the airport for 18 hours. Pub was closed as we weeren't allowed to drink. Then the officer-in-charge FINALLY cleared for us to get ONE pint of Guiness... while standing in the long line 10 minutes later, or flight tells us to board....
Mate, you don't want to hear this.....but you missed a genuine experience of a lifetime. Guiness has a half-distance of about 20 miles.....move 20 miles from the banks of the Liffey and it's half as nice, 20 more miles, a quarter, another 20, one eigth. While Shannon is a (European) long way from Dublin, it would still have been as nice as it is up here in the complicated bit. A pint of G from a tap by the Liffey itself is utterly different from any you may have tasted before, it's sweet and really really rich and creamy, you will never want to leave.....even if you hate the shit.
Oddly the canned variety is a shitload nicer in Jesusla.....sorry, the United States (for now), than it is here on the floating moss mat.
PS: There is a legend that whatever "side of the stone" paddy turns over, the wet side or the dry side, will set the weather for the year. In other words, if it pisses today, it'll piss all year. Well, so far we have that wonderful condition of no weather, the sky as uniformly white as clean sheet and not a breath of wind. Cunt musta been out drinking with all those idiot septics that don't even know the date, and has a hangover.
PS, Conrad excepted.....none of you are Irish, not even a wee bit, not even today.....just cope with it (or rejoice in it).
the best pint of the black stuff was in a dive across the road from O'connel st station, we had to wait for our train for three hours
Doctor? wrote: none of you are Irish, not even a wee bit, not even today.....
What can I say? Everybody wants to be Irish. Nobody wants to be English. Except for sad bastard Anglophiles, and they're sad bastards.
Gazman wrote:
Top a the mornin to ya!
Great pic of Neil Lennon and Gordon Strachan.
Happy St Pats to all you Plastic Paddys!
Doctor? wrote:
EdelBrock wrote: Stopped in Shannon, Ireland before hitting Kuwait. Was stuck in the airport for 18 hours. Pub was closed as we weeren't allowed to drink. Then the officer-in-charge FINALLY cleared for us to get ONE pint of Guiness... while standing in the long line 10 minutes later, or flight tells us to board....
Mate, you don't want to hear this.....but you missed a genuine experience of a lifetime. Guiness has a half-distance of about 20 miles.....move 20 miles from the banks of the Liffey and it's half as nice, 20 more miles, a quarter, another 20, one eigth. While Shannon is a (European) long way from Dublin, it would still have been as nice as it is up here in the complicated bit. A pint of G from a tap by the Liffey itself is utterly different from any you may have tasted before, it's sweet and really really rich and creamy, you will never want to leave.....even if you hate the shit.
That's what I've heard. Thing that really pissed me off is the Marines in front of me were probably all Budwieser drinkers and couldn't appreciate a good beer. Soo close....
The celtic tiger has lost its claws. The economic miracle of two years ago has become the economic nightmare.
Ravi Kumar wrote: The celtic tiger has lost its claws. The economic miracle of two years ago has become the economic nightmare.
Isn't it a good job not everyone has a cock as micoscopic as yours. Cos see, the grass is still green, the air is still fresh, and I still don't share a common landmass with a piece of infected foreskin like you.
Doctor? wrote:
Ravi Kumar wrote: The celtic tiger has lost its claws. The economic miracle of two years ago has become the economic nightmare.
Isn't it a good job not everyone has a cock as micoscopic as yours. Cos see, the grass is still green, the air is still fresh, and I still don't share a common landmass with a piece of infected foreskin like you.
I am from southern england and I make no apology for it whatsoever. Anyway its a direct quote from moneyweek.
Doctor? wrote: none of you are Irish, not even a wee bit, not even today.....
i got in a fight with someone who insisted they were irish online today. it was funny.
i like the fiver today
FOAM AND FROTH It's St Patrick's Day today. We were hoping Theme Pub O'Fiver would be around to write an amusing skit about the festivities - but he's away in Dublin wearing a big foam top hat shaped as a pint of Guinness, holding a pint of Guinness in each giant Guinness-sponsored foam mitt, spilling both pints of Guinness down the front of his free Guinness St Patrick's Day T-shirt, picking several of his St Patrick's Day teeth out of the gutter as he enjoys the Guinness-sponsored craic, and telling a group of severely disinterested girls that despite his thick Dagenham accent, he actually hails from Donegal. (In fact, Theme Pub O'Fiver is a mere one-sixteenth Irish, and only then because on the night of his conception his mother necked an entire bottle of Paggered Mist, the 93.8%ABV Irish Cream Liqueur-flavoured turps beverage, brewed in Basingstoke by Fiver Industries. But that's a story for another day.)
and also
In much the same way as de feckin' Brits ruled Ireland for 800 years, Plymouth manager Paul Sturrock has ruled out a loan move for Crystal Palace striker Shefki Kuqi.In much the same way as de feckin' Brits denied Ireland Home Rule for 800 years, Sampdoria have denied Italian newspaper reports claiming that Roman Abramovich wants to buy Serie A side Sampdoria.
(football in the regular forum>?!?!?)
Oh and Ian Michael Black was kinda good tiday too
St. Patrick's Day: Celebrating Wonderful Irish People With A Shitty American Holiday
I am all for people feeling good about where they come from but St. Patrick’s Day may be the worst holiday of the year. Celebrating Irish heritage is one thing, but celebrating it by embracing all the worst stereotypes of a culture is something else entirely. It would be like us Jews having Money Grubbing Day.
Comrade Shampanyov wrote:
Doctor? wrote: none of you are Irish, not even a wee bit, not even today.....
So being a quarter irish, wearing green today, and eating corned-beef and cabbage, whhilst watching the Quiet Man and listening to Dropkick Murphies (which shits all over Flogging Molly)... if that don't make me irish, I don't know what will...
EdelBrock wrote: Dropkick Murphies (which shits all over Flogging Molly)...
In their wet dreams.
Leprechauns, shamrock, Guinness, horses running through council estates, toothless simpletons, people with eyebrows on their cheeks, badly tarmacced drives in this country, men in platform shoes being arrested for bombings, lots of rocks and Beamish.
Nice to see the Students of QUB celebrate the day in their traditional manner.
"sure, its just a bit of craic" I'm sure is the excuse today. And the Police were in no way heavy handed.
Bunch of cunts.
EdelBrock wrote: and eating corned-beef and cabbage,
F**k it! I wanted to come on here & slag off all this corned beef, cabbage & spuds crap, because we never eat that crap here anymore
but what did i have yesterday - yes, that's right & the cabbage was feckin gorgeous!
Sorry 'new-ireland', i'm letting us all down 
CuanaD - D-plus wrote:
EdelBrock wrote: and eating corned-beef and cabbage,
F**k it! I wanted to come on here & slag off all this corned beef, cabbage & spuds crap, because we never eat that crap here anymore
but what did i have yesterday - yes, that's right & the cabbage was feckin gorgeous!
Sorry 'new-ireland', i'm letting us all down
Like when The Committments came out. All these numpties on art shows giving it "it perpetuates ludicrous sterotypes......I mean horses in council estates.....that's so racist, nobody keeps horses in council estates"
Ten mins on a northbound service from Connolly station says they do :D
And why the fuck NOT? eh?
Snoopy wrote:
If those two "ladies" in the foreground are student.....QUB's admission standards have fallen, even since they let Liam in.
These cretins shouldn't be allowed to leave their farmyards in Co Tyrone, Derry or Fermanagh imo
Snoopy wrote: These cretins shouldn't be allowed to leave their farmyards in Co Tyrone, Derry or Fermanagh imo
I never watch or read the NI news if possible. Were they Uberprods or Megafenians, or just a bunch of retards from the Ormeau who claim to be students cos they study GVNQ hairdressing half a day a week.
The problem with Queens students today (and it was a problem in my day as well) is that the fuckers who live in the Holylands dont recognise that there's a community who live there and lived there well before any of those fuckers did. I watched Newsline last night and saw this old woman who was just distraught as to whats going on. And everytime this has been broached, some gobby fucker says "I dont know what the problem is, its just a bit of craic".
Everytime I'm back in Belfast during term time, I get off the bus at the bottom of University Street, and walk up to Queens and everytime without fail I see the carnage from the night before. I dont see this when I'm in Fallowfield, or any other student area I've been too.
Yesterdays events were just so predictable. I'm sure you can relate to this Steve, but nowadays over there, kids pass the 11+, they are taught how to regurgitate information in an exam, and have no sense of discipline in them. So they arrive in Belfast, think they can do what they want, generally do it, and then run back to mummy and daddy at the weekend to get their washing done.
And no one does anything about it. Fail.
Doctor wrote:
Like when The Committments came out. All these numpties on art shows giving it "it perpetuates ludicrous sterotypes......I mean horses in council estates.....that's so racist, nobody keeps horses in council estates"
Shows what you know Steve:D
there IS NO TRAIN to Ballymun (the site of those parts of the movie) - you need to get the no.13 Bus from OConnell St
& these days you hardly ever see a horse getting in the lift - because they are re-developing that kip into a lower-rise mess.
BTW Snoopy - I recognise 2 of the GAAH shirts from those pics - Mayo & Leitrim - bloody Connaught sc*m starting all the trouble as usual!
I'm only dimly aware of the new education culture of catacysmic (or cataclismic) learning. I know it used to be the preserve of the CSE students in my day, and that GCSE introduced a measure of it for all, but it seems to have spiralled out of control, which, as you say, leads to all manner of spackers with no ACTUAL education, getting into university. Once upon a time, most of them woud have went to greenmount I suppose, but now mater and pater the turnip farmers want them to go to proper grown up university.
I have heard tales of fail from Queens that even you would find shocking mate. One of them involved a young lady, who'd daddy was head pastor (ie proddypope) of some turboprod sect.....you know the weird and wacky ones from out in ulster's arse end.....she got to QUB......found out that when a boy touched her special place, it felt nice.....so she proceeded to fuck anything with a cock for 3 months. Upon her mates finding her gut swollen, and her being sick every morning......they had to explain to her, not only what it what this curious condition was, but also what had caused it. Best bit is.....she said something like "why are you telling me these beastly lies....if they were true.....god would have told me through daddy". She vansihed back to daddy shortly thereafter. The thing I found most unusual was that daddy or one of the other godfreaks hadn't been playing with her special place since she was 7.
CLOSE YER QUOTES MATE THERE'S A DRAFT ;)
Equine residency also happens on the north side of the city too BTW.
Aye I recognised the green & red of Mayo one alright. Not an Antrim top in site though, because they're shite!
Snoopy wrote: Aye I recognised the green & red of Mayo one alright. Not an Antrim top in site though, because they're shite!
Ah, that's hardly fair . ..
Mayo & Leitrim are shite too
James Thomas wrote:
Comrade Shampanyov wrote:
Everybody wants to be Irish.
I don't.
Just HUMAN would be a STart:p
