Thank you for brightening up this Sisyphean Monday! I will probably now associate the burning of Atlanta with the "Lobsters love Guinness" sign in my kitchen, as God intended.
I loved that last conversation. They'll take their time in fishing out whether you're a shite or not. I last visited during the Iraq invasion, that was fun.
Giggles all the way through the experience of the brogue!
I drove from Newcastle to Edinburgh one year, turned around lost in the countryside.
Stopped to ask directions from an older Irish gent, who I am sure was suppressing fits of laughter as he directed us past a small hill, past a duck pond, via a blue gate to the “castle” we were after.
I took the directions as presented and ended up 25 miles away surveying a tumble of blue stone, reaching perhaps 10 feet lopsided in a barren field.
Eventually made it to Edinburgh and The Castle, but couldn’t keep the grin off my mug the whole day!
What a fascinating story! And I feel like you really hit the nail on the head with your answer. I was a little on tenterhooks reading your exchange with him! The shopkeeper sounds like someone who’ll take no BS, but also likes to stir the pot if he finds a BS’r. I have some acquaintances like that (my grandfather being one!) and they really keep a conversationalist on his toes!
Thank you for brightening up this Sisyphean Monday! I will probably now associate the burning of Atlanta with the "Lobsters love Guinness" sign in my kitchen, as God intended.
I loved that last conversation. They'll take their time in fishing out whether you're a shite or not. I last visited during the Iraq invasion, that was fun.
Giggles all the way through the experience of the brogue!
I drove from Newcastle to Edinburgh one year, turned around lost in the countryside.
Stopped to ask directions from an older Irish gent, who I am sure was suppressing fits of laughter as he directed us past a small hill, past a duck pond, via a blue gate to the “castle” we were after.
I took the directions as presented and ended up 25 miles away surveying a tumble of blue stone, reaching perhaps 10 feet lopsided in a barren field.
Eventually made it to Edinburgh and The Castle, but couldn’t keep the grin off my mug the whole day!
For the love of all that's holy, stop apologizing for giving us what we crave! Looking forward to next Monday!
As a fellow New World Lynch, I greatly enjoyed this. Slainte
Really excited to follow these each week. Cheers Scott.
Woohoo! Happy Monday, indeed! So grateful for the regular installments. I, too, have plenty of internal dialogue that begins with, "FFS..."
What a fascinating story! And I feel like you really hit the nail on the head with your answer. I was a little on tenterhooks reading your exchange with him! The shopkeeper sounds like someone who’ll take no BS, but also likes to stir the pot if he finds a BS’r. I have some acquaintances like that (my grandfather being one!) and they really keep a conversationalist on his toes!