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Originally posted by cosmo View Postremember back in de day, aspro had a factory between ballyer and inchicore, they used to throw out heaps of throat lozengers types [and aspros and other pills] we used to eat some after a long day in the canal. so much for puplic safety. [probably why i`v never had a headache in my life, true]. except a hangover head.We'll sail be the tide....aarghhhh !!
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Originally posted by DAMNTHEWEATHER View PostJaze de ye remember that....there was another place on Cork St / James' Street and they did the same....we ate heaps of the throat pastille things....who knows what it was in them....in god i trust...everyone else cash only.
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Originally posted by cosmo View PostI was just talkin to an old mate yesterday about old times in the dub, I mentioned to him about the days we used to spend in the feeno and come home through chapelizod, we`d go into the church along the liffey, there was/is a beaut display of leadlight windows , very overpowering and 'holy' with the quietness and the smell of the wood and the candles burning...the candles that's the point here...we used to eat the candles we were so hungry, and make another stop for 'desert' at ballyfermot church on the way home [wondered why we always were glowing].....me mate sed ,jaze, that's a new one for him, he`s posh from arbour hill!!
What about tryin te fish the coins out of the pub cellar through the gratings...?We'll sail be the tide....aarghhhh !!
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Originally posted by Mykidsmom View Postwillies from arbour hill...i didnt know that was posh hehehhe....in god i trust...everyone else cash only.
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Originally posted by cosmo View Postm.k.m, I believe the word posh , d.t will know this, comes from the old days of the raj ,when wealthy travellers and high ranking officers were going to india , they would book their tickets on the ships, port out starboard home i.e posh, that was to get the benefit of the weather both ways, don`t know if its entirely true.....did willie live in the barracks.
O the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
First cabin and captain's table regal company
Pardon the dust of the upper crust - fetch us a cup of tea
Port out, starboard home, posh with a capital P-O-S-H, poshWe'll sail be the tide....aarghhhh !!
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Originally posted by cosmo View Postm.k.m, I believe the word posh , d.t will know this, comes from the old days of the raj ,when wealthy travellers and high ranking officers were going to india , they would book their tickets on the ships, port out starboard home i.e posh, that was to get the benefit of the weather both ways, don`t know if its entirely true.....did willie live in the barracks.
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Originally posted by Mykidsmom View Postno...in the houses on bricins park....close to the barracks..so im guessing not posh hahahahaa dont think i could stand him if he developed airs and graces hahahain god i trust...everyone else cash only.
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Read "The Wonder" by Emma Donoghue over last weekend....was looking forward to it as it was her first book since the amazing "Room" which I loved......shouldn't have bothered reading it found it tedious , nothing much happened in this simple story about a child starving herself .....it's set in Ireland in a village outside Athlone in 1859...everyone in the village and surrounding area is a religious nut obsessed with nothing else only the church and bible...and trying to make a martyr or a saint out of a young girl that hasn't ate anything for 5 months........guessed the reason why she wasn't eating about a third of the way through the book ...I shouldn't have reading itThe mind is everything. What you think you become.
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Originally posted by dinny View PostRead "The Wonder" by Emma Donoghue over last weekend....was looking forward to it as it was her first book since the amazing "Room" which I loved......shouldn't have bothered reading it found it tedious , nothing much happened in this simple story about a child starving herself .....it's set in Ireland in a village outside Athlone in 1859...everyone in the village and surrounding area is a religious nut obsessed with nothing else only the church and bible...and trying to make a martyr or a saint out of a young girl that hasn't ate anything for 5 months........guessed the reason why she wasn't eating about a third of the way through the book ...I shouldn't have reading it
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