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Up the Celts
May. 28th, 2007 10:31 amBecause:
(1) Some friends of ours were witness to a Scottish fairy being forcibly ejected from the George and Pilgrims on Friday. She was a young, belligerent fairy with wings (she may, OTOH, have been merely a human with detachable ones, but why ruin a good story?) and she apparently shouted at the landlord "I've been drinking here since 12 o clock! Why are ye refusing to serve me now?"
To which he remarked that, since it was now 6.30, she had already made her point.
I'm afraid much capital has been made of this in our household: "See these focking wings, pal? Don't let 'em focking fool ye!" *head-butt!*
(I should perhaps point out at this juncture that my mother's family are Glaswegian, just in case anyone is thinking of coming south of the border with a ball bat to teach me not to mock the Scots).
(2) Some other friends have been in Ireland over the weekend and, finding themselves at a famous historical site but not having enough time to take one of the compulsory tours, asked the man at the gate kiosk if they could just nip in quickly for a bit and have a look.
"I'm afraid it's not allowed, and I have to abide by the regulations," the gate guard said. "You have to take one of the tours." Pause. "However, it just so happens that I have to make an urgent phone call for about 10 minutes and I don't suppose I'll be doing much looking around..."
(1) Some friends of ours were witness to a Scottish fairy being forcibly ejected from the George and Pilgrims on Friday. She was a young, belligerent fairy with wings (she may, OTOH, have been merely a human with detachable ones, but why ruin a good story?) and she apparently shouted at the landlord "I've been drinking here since 12 o clock! Why are ye refusing to serve me now?"
To which he remarked that, since it was now 6.30, she had already made her point.
I'm afraid much capital has been made of this in our household: "See these focking wings, pal? Don't let 'em focking fool ye!" *head-butt!*
(I should perhaps point out at this juncture that my mother's family are Glaswegian, just in case anyone is thinking of coming south of the border with a ball bat to teach me not to mock the Scots).
(2) Some other friends have been in Ireland over the weekend and, finding themselves at a famous historical site but not having enough time to take one of the compulsory tours, asked the man at the gate kiosk if they could just nip in quickly for a bit and have a look.
"I'm afraid it's not allowed, and I have to abide by the regulations," the gate guard said. "You have to take one of the tours." Pause. "However, it just so happens that I have to make an urgent phone call for about 10 minutes and I don't suppose I'll be doing much looking around..."
