I tweeted a photograph of this sign when I was in Dublin on Friday.
When I saw the name, I was immediately brought back in time to teenage years, to when it was fun to make play on names.
Days when it was a laugh to call a house and ask for John Wall, and then Mary Wall and when told they were not there to ask if any of the Walls were there. When answer was in the negative, the obvious question was how the roof was staying up. Easily amused.
Annette Curtin was a name used to liken something to see through – it gets worse.
About ten years ago, I was working on a project and copied on some emails from Mike Hunt – that name also brought me straight back to teenage humour and discussions as to why not Michael Hunt or Mickey Hunt.
Hugh Jarse was another such name to bring a smile back then – and now in memory.
And to think that Hugh Jordan remains in big painted letters. It should really be a protected structure to bring a smile to those of us wishing to be brought back to teenage years.
I had never had need to think of who might be the patron saint for lawyers. It was just one of those things that had never been needed or even contemplated.
Having spotted this on the wall of the offices of Pierse McCarthy Lucey in Tralee, I am unlikely to forget Saint Yves and his appropriate compensation.
A while back, I pictured the notice in the window of Hannie Agnes’s bar in Dingle before the Kerry v Cork replay.
Earlier, I spotted their message today and their opinions of ‘Duuubblin’ and the football played by Monaghan –“Monaghan Puke Football” - which they must feel strongly about as Kerry were playing Kildare.
Some day, I will get to experience watching a match within the pub and experience the atmosphere….
I did taste it last year when on holidays on Dingle peninsula – a nice ale. A friend went so far as to ‘borrow’ a glass which he has yet to return.
It was only last week that I spotted the advertising campaign and smiled.
Those birds have some high standards.
No garage or run-down shack is good enough. No.
Only the inner sanctum of Ballaghaderreen Golf Club will suffice for chosen residence – and without the necessity to cough up green fees.
Many thanks to SOK for the photo which set me down on two separate memory tracks.
I was in Durrus on Tuesday and smiled when standing by the Sheep’s Head Bar.
So simple – great value in terms of smiles/euro
Baa to you too.
A neighbour arrived in the pub a while back wearing a fleece with this message.
I thought it was brilliant – captured a pure Irish saying.
It is much better than ‘That’s the Murphy’s for you..’ as it carries just an acceptable level of superiority and condescension.
I have long since realised that I am rarely in the majority.
I have become used to that and am happy with my positions and opinions – most of the time.
I am not sure if I am in a similar minority grouping when it comes to this marketing logo.
I showed it to neighbours and they laughed heartily, finding it very amusing. I did not have a similar reaction. I suspect that I will not be availing of the advertised services.
As a husband who does try to fix what I think I might be able to fix, I do not take too well to being the butt of a joke when I realise the repair is beyond my capabilities and I need to call in someone who does this for a living.
But that may just be me……
A few weeks ago Tommy Tiernan was in Cork. I didn’t attend but was told that he commented that St. Patrick’s Day is really there to tell the drunks that Christmas is over.
Maybe P J Hegarty and Cork City Council are just providing Tommy Tiernan with material or maybe not…..
Christmas on March 12
Last week, I spotted these signs adjacent to the Mercy Hospital and it reminded me of a story that I heard a while back which I risk sharing.
Frank and Mary were enjoying dinner at a lovely restaurant. The food was great and the conversation was flowing. This was their fifth outing – what some might call their fifth date, but neither had yet used that word.
Both had been single for many years – one widowed, one divorced. Both had thought that they were looking at a solitary life for the rest of their time but then they met at a house party and had begun chatting and got on well.
The follow-up meetings, or dates, all went so well and they appeared to have sufficient interests in common to promote mutual interest as well as other activities to maintain one’s independent life as well as a source of discussion.
All appeared to be going so very well and the topic of possibly living together had been discussed in terms of preferred location and house type. The matter of intimacy, in typical Irish fashion, had not yet been breached. Frank had mentally tussled with how to introduce this into conversation and eventually just decided to go straight for the jugular.
While enjoying the coffee Frank steered the conversation. “Mary, we have not discussed intimacy and love-making.”
Mary took a longer sip from her tea than she had planned and replied, “I like it infrequently.”
Frank paused momentarily before asking, “Is that one word or two?”
I must be getting old in my outlook.
I thought the marketing strategy was misplaced.
The message might be a bit of fun in a sports bar, a nightclub or the like. But this was in a Country House.
Maybe I just need to chill out.
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