Please do not feed the tinkers
Posted on Monday, July 17, 2006I’ve been a bit erratic about the old posting over the past few days but there’s a perfectly logical explanation. I was drunk.
This is a valid excuse in any Irish court. I was fuckin drunk, Judge, and that’s why I didn’t bother my hole driving around the roundabout. I just went straight through the fucker, as you do.
Indeed.
I was drunk for a good part of last week, due to having no life worth talking about, and also due to Wrinkly Joe visiting, and also due to the second annual Jock’s-Block barbecue / committee meeting / piss-up in my house. I promise to tell you more about Jock’s Block in due course, but for now I hope you’ll just accept that it caused drunkenness.
When Wrinkly Joe was here, we decided to go out the country for a visit and so we went to the Mill in Annacotty, which is about as much country as either of us could take. Joe bought this snappy little open-top motor from Japan and you can put on sunglasses and pretend you’re some fuckin eejit from a bad 1960’s movie with a Burt Bacharach soundtrack, but that’s another story. We blasted out the road in Wrinkly Joe’s open-top motor, which was very nice indeed and I’d like some more of that because it’s fuckin great with the weather we’re getting right now.
The Mill has a nice deck over the river where you can sit out in the sun and relax (and have your fag if you’re a smoker, or gay) . It was nice. It was very nice, and would have been the nicest thing ever if it hadn’t been for the screaming. You see, the deck overhangs the weir on the river, and when we glanced out over the handrail, we noticed that there were about forty tinkers in the river, drinking cider and screaming at each other. The alpha male was sitting on a rock in the middle of the river, smoking and swigging cider, while the ancient matriarch sat in a deck-chair on the bank. There were children and old ones and every age in between but the one thing they had in common was the screaming.
It’s great the way the design of these places has improved. One time, they were all cramped into a corner of some miserable concrete cave, but now the whole thing is redesigned and you can observe them in the wild. I was very impressed with the way the alpha male casually tossed a used nappy into the river. You’d never get to see that kind of thing in the old tinker-house.
God. Aren’t tinkers great?
Stumble it!
July 26th, 2006
Wasn’t there a famous sculpture one time, showing some dude sitting on a rock, by a guy called Rodin? What was the name of it?
http://www.emory.edu/OXFORD/HistSocSci/images/thinker.jpg
nonnymus
July 26th, 2006
Hey Bock!!! Any chance of a Tsunami in the Mulcair Sir?
Nuts