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A post filling joke ! March 26, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in Poetry & Humor.
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A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”

The room is quiet, and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves.

Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good?” asks the Irishman.

The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses, drinking them all back-to-back.

The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”

The Irishman replies, “Oh… I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first.”

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I’m back ! March 18, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in General Bloggery.
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I’m back !  well just about – safe and relatively sound in Tauranga, New Zealand … more anon of our adventures in getting here and getting somewhat settled … first few days have been nothing like what I expected.

Looking forward to getting some blogging done soon so stay tuned … haere ra

Phrase of the Day #208 March 11, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in Say it like it is.
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“He who asks a question may be a fool for five minutes. But he who never asks a question remains a fool forever.”
-Tom J. Connelly

Bittersweet March 6, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in Emigration, General Bloggery, Ireland & the Irish, Poetry & Humor.
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Today we leave Ireland.

I absolutely can’t wait to arrive in New Zealand and get stuck in, but as many’s the times before in this situation, I get butterflies in the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll be back – either to live, or for holidays or for good …

I was sad for a small while yesterday – a good friend had sent me a card and inside was written, as Gaeilge, and by hand :

Go n-éirí an bóthar leat.
Go raibh cóir na gaoithe i gcónaí leat.
Go dtaitní an ghrian go bog bláth ar do chlár éadain,
go dtite an bháisteach go bog mín ar do ghoirt.
Agus go gcasfar le chéile sinn arís,
go gcoinní Dia i mbois a láimhe thú.

Which roughly translates in English as :

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall softly upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Catch you all on the flip side …

Food served all day … March 4, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in Ireland & the Irish, Poetry & Humor.
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Food served all day … except before 12.30 and after 9:15 ! But ALL DAY other than that ?

I love these kinds of signs – they’re what makes rural Ireland ‘real’ . I can well imagine the utter confusion of tourists and non-locals trying to order something outside of these times … “But the sign says ALL DAY !??” …

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Great little country if you could only roof ‘er !

PS : This pic is from my earlier golfing trip to Sligo.

Phrase of the Day #207 March 2, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in Say it like it is.
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“I am more afraid of an army of one hundred sheep led by a lion than an army of one hundred lions led by a sheep.”
-Charles Maurice shares an interesting thought on modern warfare

It’s a Dog’s Life March 1, 2008

Posted by Rambling Man in General Bloggery, Poetry & Humor.
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I am currently clearing out the picture library on my phone and came across this lovely picture that I had forgotten to post earlier.

This fella was lying in the back of his owner’s car while they were doing “the messages” … he didn’t bat an eyelid when we walked past ! Just sighed and looked forlornly at the car park – I guess nobody would try and mess with ‘his’ car !

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I also love the selection of twigs next to him – reminds me of ‘stick gathering’ missions with my mother when I was a young ‘un …