Let talking culchies talk

Right I finished the college this year and since then I have been searching for a job. Well, I have never seen such "race-ism" or whatever they call it. You see everywhere I try they say no there's a re-session. Now that sounds like they're having another session everytime I ask. I doubt they're drinking that much I reckon its a conspiracy against learned culchies like me i.e. the one's who can spell stuff. I don't know why towny bastards don't like mild mannered culchies like me. Now I know I may be barred from most places, I might not be a big fan of hot water and soap but sure they hardly expect me to wash every week do they. They say your all alco-ma-holics. Now just cos I can drink more than the doctors say is safe means nothing I reckon they're just jealous. Then they say our manner is not too nice well if I think someones a hateful c**t I'll tell them even if they are an old age pensioner crossing the road. So yes I am angry I'm just a simple cuntry lad looking for a job in the big smoke and I'm sick of doing the huckle-buck dance in me over-alls and wellies at the fair while people pour milk on me. I'm not a freak I just look, sound and smell different to town folk.

Bye bye now

Meeting with a stranger

Well,

Today I had strange encounter with an odd couple in Dublin on my way to get the bus home to the countryside I call home.
As I was walking down to the station a couple approached me. They were shuffling as though they were on something unnatural. As I got closer to them the man looked at me and said in his thick Dublin accent "are you'ez from Dublin". Most people can tell by the head on me I'm not but I had to do this gentleman the honor of opening my mouth. Once he heard my accent he wondered "are you from Sligo or that" I didn't want to lecture him so said yes. He then informed me "I ave an aunt in Ko-line-y so I do". I failed to see how this was related so presumed he thought "ko-line-y" was in Sligo. I didn't want to teach him a geography lesson so I nodded. Then came the inevitable question "Can you give me some money pleaz cos I need it for the bus" . I reckon by the time he finished that sentence I was already half-way home.

You see us culchies may seen like twinkly eyed eejits high stepping our way around the world covered in muck, eating raw meat off the animals we find in the fields but that's only half true. One thing that is true is this though you'd have more luck getting milk from a bull or selling rosary beads to the pope than you would getting money out of a culchie. When we get money they howld on to it for dear life.

So if you meet me I'll have grand auld chat with ya but ya needn't ask me for a penny because you won't get it high.

Bye now

I'm Back

Hello I'm finnaly back on the interweb after along time out. First of all I would like to say fair play to Tom Macgilicuddy for winning Feirm Factor. Whats Feirm Factor I here you ask well its only the best programme to be on the box since Glenroe. It was a talent show to see who was Irelands best farmer. Tom was a deserved winner as he was a ginger dairy farmer from Kerry.

Anyway I'm glad to be back and hope to entertain ye with a few stories in the coming weeks of my travels so I do high.

Bye now and drive safe keep the Massey in third