Somehow I can’t imagine you being bored Pug old chap, what with your talents on the guitar you could always have a few sips and twang the blues away, wish I had your talent.;-)
Twang men should never be bored.
The Twangman (the Dubliners version)
Come listen to my story
‘Tis about a nice young man
When the Militia wasn’t wantin’
He dealt in hawkin’ twang
He loved a lovely maiden
As fair as any midge
An’ she kept a traycle depot
Wan side of the Carlisle bridge
Another man came a courtin’ her
And his name was Mickey Baggs
He was a commercial traveller
An’ he dealt in bones and rags
Well he took her out to Sandymount
For to see the waters rowl
An’ he stole the heart of the Twangman’s girl
Playin’ “Billy-in-the-bowl”
Oh, when the twang man heard of this
He flew into a terrible rage
And he swore be the contents of his twang cart
On him he’d have revenge
So he stood in wait near James’s Gate
Till the poor old Baggs came up
With his twang knife, sure he took his life
Of the poor ould gather 'em up
And it’s now yis have heard my story
And I hope yis’ll be good men
And not go chasing the Twangman’s mot
Or any other oul hen
For she’ll leave you without a brass farthing
Not even your oul sack of rags
And that’s the end of the story
Of poor old Mickey Baggs.
Go on with yeh, your just jealous of my mot’s hair, besides one has to split hairs to get to the nitty gritty.
“Mot” is a very old Dublin word for your girlfriend/wife, you never hear it used today but it was an everyday word when I was young. There was an old poem called “Waiting for your Mot”, I used to know it but now it has faded from my memory, a sort of monologue, can’t find it anywhere on the net and all the old lads that knew it are dead, might have a go at making up a condensed version in five minutes meself, eat your heart out Spitty:lol:, if I get time between away breaks that is.
It dealt with that anxious situation when a fella is all dolled up on a Friday night, the few shillings jingling in his pocket, rewards for a hard weeks work. He was standing under Cleary’s clock in O’Connell street, every now and then he would glance at the time and curse. When she eventually showed up a row started about where to go, the film they had planned to see was already started and it was one of those films where they wouldn’t let you in if you missed the start, you had to wait until the next performance, ah those were the days, anyway they end up in a public house and all ends well.
Scuze moi,gents…just want a few seconds of yer time.
I just had a most interesting discussion with a telecoms chap regarding mobile/smart phones. HE says nearly 70% of mobiles bought in the last 5 years have been iPhones. I found this a tad difficile [he said,in perfect Portugese] to believe,as just about everyone a chap sees seems to be carrying a mobile…and the variants on the theme keep coming. Samsung,Nokia,iPhone,Googlephone,Sony,etc etc…so,purely as a spot of marketing research,what make of mobile telecommunication device do YOU prefer/own? I do have a j good reason for asking…there’s a go on a bouncy castle riding on the answer! [yes,honestly]
I haven’t got a mobile phone Pug, smart or otherwise, never had and I don’t want one.
Could never take to the condensed milk meself Gummy.
Back in the 1950’s there was a milk strike over here, no the cows were not on strike, I’m thinking now of that song “Cows with Guns” :-), it was some dispute between the government and the dairy farmers, hundreds of thousands of gallons of milk were destroyed over the few months the strike lasted, no long lasting milk then. We as kids used to get a half pint bottle of fresh milk and a sandwich every day in school (a bun on Wednesdays), when we could no longer get the milk they started giving us what they called “powdered milk” Christ it was horrible, big white lumps in it, I can still imagine the chalky taste of the stuff on me tongue today.
Now there’s a thought, it would appear to my mind that the part of the brain that manages the tongue and the nose, and possibly the ears, seems to retain memory longer, tastes and smells of old seem to never fade away, sounds too, maybe the expert egg heads could take that on board and come up with something to improve memory loss in the other sections.
Of course the female tongue not only remembers everything but never forgets either and insists on telling you about it, hell hath no fury like the lash of the female tongue.;-)
I’m aware you prefer to release your pigeon,Jem…it’s SO very rustic,that you are,old mate. I have a 1992 phone I bought in Finland when driving a truck to/from,for Seawheel. It still,to this day,works perfectly. PLUS,it requires a charge once every 5/6 days. Admittedly,it either rings or is used to ring,with an occasional text for good show…but no camera,no telling me the rainfall in Singapore,no reading about the Kardashians [which is a name I’ve heard,but have NO idea what these people look like,OR why they’re famous] plus no crappy satnav,etc,etc. BUT,due to a chap annoying me a while back,I also own [note I didn’t say "Use like an expert’’] an iPhone 7.
BUGGERED if I can see what all the fuss is,regarding iPhones of ANY number. My one is the uber-stacked,‘got everything’ version with 128gb memory…and,as per the little Nokia…sometimes it rings. Yes,I get non-stop ridicule from those muppet ‘millennium moron’ types,who can’t survive without ‘Game of Thrones’ episodes thrice daily,plus a Play Station,plus a tablet,laptop AND synced mobile…Sod THAT…I spent a week when I was nearly three learning to read,then spent another fortnight using that ability to learn all about physics,history,sociology and various types and variant sciences. So,SOD the phone. I get earache frequently from lesser mortals who bleat “I tried to ring you five times,this morning!” Really?..well after attempt #2,I’d have left a message and thought “He’s not where his 'phone is - again!” and left it at that. After all,since the day I invented the stick,I’ve had no time for playing with telephones!!!
us oldies misunderstand the users of modern iphones and their functions - they have become a plethora of functions and activities for the modern young - they are not just for making calls and accepting calls but for using twitter accounts ; playing games ; checking bank accounts etc etc - for the modern young they are their star ship enterprise - for us old foggies iphones are an expensive and ill used item but for our grandchildren an essential communication tool for their everyday lives. Chill out lads!
Well said Pug me lad, the mobile phone is my last bastion of resistance, my last stand, I have embraced all the other technical shit simply to keep the family off me back, but I refuse to have my whereabouts known to every dog in the street if and when they wish.
When we got our first radio set on the HP in the early 1950’s (1/6 a week) I was let turn the knob on or off but not to fiddle with the tuner, by the time we got a TV in !960 I was quite an expert at turning knobs on and off, and there endith my technical talents. Life was so simple back then, one turn of a knob and the device went on, turn the same knob back all the way and it went off, but alas no more knobs on anything anymore, all remote controlled now, bluetooth, wifi, and even a remote to find your lost remote, nobody wants to walk the shot distance to the TV to switch it off, lazy buggers we all are, and people are wondering why everyones gettin fat!
I understand all that Gummy and heaven forbid I wouldn’t begrudge the young their essentials in a modern world, I was just as happy as they are when I was young playing around with the knobs and switches, you had something solid to grasp onto with a knob, how the youngsters manage to type so quickly in such a tiny area is nothing short of genius, but it’s only natural for me to feel at home with the knobs I knew so well.
don’t worry I’ve already been saved ; I’m with the pentacostals and the christeldelphinians and the coptics and my wife is a devote katolica so we do it every saturday evening!
This is true, I had cause to go to the Bank yesterday, but first had to use the ATM machine on the outside wall. At first all was well, using the Choice buttons either side of the screen, towards the end of the transaction, I found myself touching the Text on the Screen, to no avail:-).
Go on with yeh, your just jealous of my mot’s hair, besides one has to split hairs to get to the nitty gritty.
