Go to any small town or village and you will see their likes ambling about the place, I was passed through one such village yesterday and there were yahoos out burning pallets at different locations entering the village and so on, I don't know what the occasion was but the locals seemed very invested in it, fat lads with hi viz jackets were patrolling the main boulevard directing traffic and trying to look official, there was an air of quiet desperation about proceedings tbh.They are an embarrassment, a throw back to how the rest of the world viewed the average Irishman in the 1960’s.
The pallet burning at entrances to the village means they've won something at gaa.Go to any small town or village and you will see their likes ambling about the place, I was passed through one such village yesterday and there were yahoos out burning pallets at different locations entering the village and so on, I don't know what the occasion was but the locals seemed very invested in it, fat lads with hi viz jackets were patrolling the main boulevard directing traffic and trying to look official, there was an air of quiet desperation about proceedings tbh.
It's like on Stephens Day when the buckos are out doing the Puc Fada, or is that Christmas Day?
Road bowling is another favourite past time of these country bumpkins, I can hardly think of a drearier way of spending a rainy Sunday afternoon than watching some galoot throwing a ball of iron down the road.
Go to any small town or village and you will see their likes ambling about the place, I was passed through one such village yesterday and there were yahoos out burning pallets at different locations entering the village and so on, I don't know what the occasion was but the locals seemed very invested in it, fat lads with hi viz jackets were patrolling the main boulevard directing traffic and trying to look official, there was an air of quiet desperation about proceedings tbh.
It's like on Stephens Day when the buckos are out doing the Puc Fada, or is that Christmas Day?
Road bowling is another favourite past time of these country bumpkins, I can hardly think of a drearier way of spending a rainy Sunday afternoon than watching some galoot throwing a ball of iron down the road.
I am very surprised by that, was there a tractor run being broadcast live on RTE One at the same time?The 2 Johnnies new RTE show takes major ratings slump as viewers tune out
The 2 Johnnies’ new RTE2 show has taken a nosedive in ratings, as thousands tune out of their Late Night Lock In. Figures released by RTE reveal an average 83,600 people tuned into Thursday night’s episode, which welcomes guests Andrew Maxwell and Pussycat Dolls Kimberly Wyatt to the show. Their show the previous week on November 2 has seen 127,000 people tuned in over the course of the week. It is not known how many tuned in on the night.
I must say I’m shocked.
Where was this village, blue.Go to any small town or village and you will see their likes ambling about the place, I was passed through one such village yesterday and there were yahoos out burning pallets at different locations entering the village and so on, I don't know what the occasion was but the locals seemed very invested in it, fat lads with hi viz jackets were patrolling the main boulevard directing traffic and trying to look official, there was an air of quiet desperation about proceedings tbh.
It's like on Stephens Day when the buckos are out doing the Puc Fada, or is that Christmas Day?
Road bowling is another favourite past time of these country bumpkins, I can hardly think of a drearier way of spending a rainy Sunday afternoon than watching some galoot throwing a ball of iron down the road.
What do you do, sit around using the internet? I think social activities in an outdoor setting are to be encouraged (unless you’re down in the woods near the Marina).Go to any small town or village and you will see their likes ambling about the place, I was passed through one such village yesterday and there were yahoos out burning pallets at different locations entering the village and so on, I don't know what the occasion was but the locals seemed very invested in it, fat lads with hi viz jackets were patrolling the main boulevard directing traffic and trying to look official, there was an air of quiet desperation about proceedings tbh.
It's like on Stephens Day when the buckos are out doing the Puc Fada, or is that Christmas Day?
Road bowling is another favourite past time of these country bumpkins, I can hardly think of a drearier way of spending a rainy Sunday afternoon than watching some galoot throwing a ball of iron down the road.