Unlocking Ireland - thread uimhir a seacht!

[LifeInAHamsterWheel]

A shiny new thread for us all to talk pure shite whilst we wait for lockdown to end

Anyway, I'm after taking over the thread talking shite about myself. I actually just want to read about what is actually going on in Ireland. So I'll keep quiet and shut up for now!

Does anyone living in Ireland at the moment know if in person house viewings will be allowed from tomorrow when 5km rule lifts? House hunting and virtual viewings are not great!

Feck all going on in Ireland at the moment, sure we may as well talk shite about ourselves. And the Brits

Minerals is another great word. And going for the messages, anyone?

Janey Sarahtrue the language outta ya. It’s all feck, feck that fecker, the other F word you know the bad one...ride me sideways that was another.

@Sarahtrue11

What annoys me is this:

The person on here, who was annoyed about , "Micheál Martin's " name being pronounced wrong, was watching British news.

The person who was annoyed about "Gaelic" being said wrong, lives in the UK! Why not watch Irish news, and live in Ireland? If you are going to get offended by "the Brits" so. much?

It reminds me of people in Ireland saying "I fucking hate all the Brits, all the Brits are bastards", while

• watching British TV

- using British websites

• Supporting British football teams

-Going to work in England.

How does it make any sense?

I just really can't the level of hatred in Ireland, to mainly the British, but to generally anyone that isn't Irish also. I was chatting to a Pakistani doctor in Waterford last year, and he said the first thing he did when he arrived in Ireland was to take a boat trip. He told me the whole way over the river and back, the Irish man on the boat, only talked to him about "how he hated all the fucking Brits, he would murder every one of them, they are all fucking cunts". The doctor told me that he just wanted to enjoy his boat trip, but he couldn't. Similiarly my English cousin (with Irish parents) came to live in Ireland for a year, and was told that all the Brits are murdering bastards etc etc.

I think that the level of hatred in Ireland towards the British is disgusting, and it needs to improve.

I have worked in other countries in Europe, I have never seen any hatred, anywhere, as much as I have seen in Ireland towards the English. And all of those European counries were invaded 100 years ago, the same as we were. It makes me a bit ashamed of Ireland to be honest.

I think this is a total and wilful misinterpretation of those posts. The one by me was solely about inexcusably sloppy mispronunciation of the name of the Irish head of government by a news presenter on a neighbouring country’s state broadcaster. I lived, studied and worked, mostly very happily, in England for over 20 years. The continual xenophobia and anti-Irish micro aggressions I got from a small demographic in those two decades — and the total ignorance of Irish history, geography and politics of a larger number — in no way poisoned me towards the population as a whole, though its ramping up post the Brexit referendum definitely contributed to our decision to leave.

English, German, Indian, French and Polish friends who have moved here over the last few years don’t report any unpleasantness, other than from the kind of late-night drunk who spews bile at everyone.

@LifeInAHamsterWheel

My goodness this thread has been busy!! I won't even try to comment on all the posts since yesterday but welcome to *@Therewereroses* (I love that song about the two friends from opposite sides of the divide both killed )

I honestly do believe lots of people had covid at the very end of 2019 and early 2020 but didn't know. Long covid sounds awful.

Bloody cold here again today, don't let any sunshine fool you! I'm not looking forward to having to get teen DS out of bed and off to school in the morning. Pray for me!!!

You got me. I didn't think that anyone would recognise the username as the song, but on an Irish thread I should have known you keen hawks would have spotted it. Yes. It's a desperately poignant song and sadly what a lot of it was about.
I don't know whether I'm starting raving now or what that I have Long covid when I've never even had covid in the first place, but it's the only thing that explains (or doesn't explain anything else) my symptoms. Doctors are stumped, meanwhile I'm on strong painkillers which are I believe addictive. I keep trying to come off them but the pain is too much for normal painkillers. It's a bollix whatever it is.

A kind of a silvery sky here today. It's not overcast, nor is it sunny. A silvery sky is the best way to describe it. I don't recall writing that in The News in primary school. It was usually, today is Monday, it is a dull day.

@MadamBatty

Janey Sarahtrue the language outta ya. It’s all feck, feck that fecker, the other F word you know the bad one...ride me sideways that was another.

I spilt me tea!

@SionnachRua

Feck all going on in Ireland at the moment, sure we may as well talk shite about ourselves. And the Brits

Minerals is another great word. And going for the messages, anyone?

Our builder used ‘dawfake’ the other day, and it made me sigh with happiness because I knew I was home. (When his two young labourers do something stupid, which admittedly they do quite often — including pulling down on old roof onto a lot of expensive equipment and causing hundreds of euro of damage — he can be heard muttering under his breath about the ‘gom’ and the ‘gowl’.)

Also a neighbour saying ‘Stop the lights!’

And I found myself telling a different neighbour that someone had fecked our traffic cones.

@Sarahtrue11

What annoys me is this:
No-one cares a dot stop trying.
You're like a wrecking ball on threads.

I don't know about you lot, but we went to the pub with our parents on a Saturday night, we got a mineral (a big bottle between us) and King crisps which we wouldn't eat (I preferred Tayto, but the pub only sold King) and if we wouldn't settle down and shut up we'd be allowed a chocolate bar between us. We'd then fall asleep on the couches and my mother would drive us home (as she might have only had the one). We were 3 miles from the pub. There were lock-ins all the time. It was just the thing those days. The revellers would move on and the old-timers would be locked in. We had hi-jinks there running riot. When we got older we were left at home to babysit ourselves. My DB might have been 13 and me 10.

These are some of my fondest and clearest memories of childhood! Everything that we're told not to do now.

Mine probably only have memories of me roaring to get in the car, where's your fiddle, did you bring your lunch, where's your other shoe? Have you your hockey stick? Have you your music sheets? Come on, get out of the car, bring your bag. Did you eat your lunch? What's your homework. I don't think that my children really ever got to see me truly relaxed as it wasn't recommended to drink alcohol around children. Lord knows what sort of addicts I've just reared!

and JaneJeffer...love both.
Thanks Fiona your name is pretty cool too (see what I did there).

I can't believe we have school in the morning!

One of my greatest regrets is that I never learned how to play 21 or 45 or the other card games. I was too young but from what I can gather those card evenings would have been more cutthroat than any Las Vegas casino.

We'd be told to settle down because the gardai would do the rounds of the various pubs and villages. Every pub would ring ahead to the other ones that the siocalloni were out. So we'd all have to pipe down until they had knocked and the publican would answer and say that he was just clearing up. When you think of it now! I'm sure that my children would have loved that excitement, but it's probably emotional abuse these days. What a different generation. They say things improve, but I wonder sometimes.

@TheLongRider

One of my greatest regrets is that I never learned how to play 21 or 45 or the other card games. I was too young but from what I can gather those card evenings would have been more cutthroat than any Las Vegas casino.

I was good at 25, but my grandmother was a bloody shark. As innocent as a saint there and then fleece you with the 5.

While you're still in Ireland, if you want to do anything for your children, teach them cards. Play for matchsticks, or we used to play for coppers and then we could spend them on penny sweets. We rarely won however lol.

Stuff like that still goes on up where DH is from @Therewereroses ... there's a wee island in the area which has no way onto it other than the ferry. They're feckin basket cases up there, no car insurance, kids under 10 driving about, you name it. When the Gardaí come to patrol, of course they've to use the ferry...and the ferryman rings ahead to the island pub to alert everyone. You never did see a more well behaved population then when the Guards come ashore

Glad I married a welshman, it avoids the anti english comments. I miss the ferry rides from Holyhead be glad when everything opens up again.

@Therewereroses

While you're still in Ireland, if you want to do anything for your children, teach them cards. Play for matchsticks, or we used to play for coppers and then we could spend them on penny sweets. We rarely won however lol.

My class ran a gambling ring at playtime last year Well, when I say gambling, they gambled with pebbles. Some bloody card sharks among that lot though.

@Therewereroses

I don't know about you lot, but we went to the pub with our parents on a Saturday night, we got a mineral (a big bottle between us) and King crisps which we wouldn't eat (I preferred Tayto, but the pub only sold King) and if we wouldn't settle down and shut up we'd be allowed a chocolate bar between us. We'd then fall asleep on the couches and my mother would drive us home (as she might have only had the one). We were 3 miles from the pub. There were lock-ins all the time. It was just the thing those days. The revellers would move on and the old-timers would be locked in. We had hi-jinks there running riot. When we got older we were left at home to babysit ourselves. My DB might have been 13 and me 10.

These are some of my fondest and clearest memories of childhood! Everything that we're told not to do now.

Mine probably only have memories of me roaring to get in the car, where's your fiddle, did you bring your lunch, where's your other shoe? Have you your hockey stick? Have you your music sheets? Come on, get out of the car, bring your bag. Did you eat your lunch? What's your homework. I don't think that my children really ever got to see me truly relaxed as it wasn't recommended to drink alcohol around children. Lord knows what sort of addicts I've just reared!

Mine are both pioneers, @Therewereroses, so I missed out on this rite of passage. But DH and friends all have vivid memories of the underside of pub tables, King crisps (which I prefer to Tayto’s) and Taylor Keith red lemonade or Tanora while the adults got mildly slaughtered.

@TheLongRider

One of my greatest regrets is that I never learned how to play 21 or 45 or the other card games. I was too young but from what I can gather those card evenings would have been more cutthroat than any Las Vegas casino.

This is true. My ILs’ cardschools are bloodthirsty. DS (9) is shaping well.

@SionnachRua

Stuff like that still goes on up where DH is from *@Therewereroses* ... there's a wee island in the area which has no way onto it other than the ferry. They're feckin basket cases up there, no car insurance, kids under 10 driving about, you name it. When the Gardaí come to patrol, of course they've to use the ferry...and the ferryman rings ahead to the island pub to alert everyone. You never did see a more well behaved population then when the Guards come ashore

Glad to hear it! God forgive me.

Card games bring back memories of staying with extended family at Christmas, the adults played for hours with matchsticks.
I love traditional Irish music too, it always brings on happy memories.

Mine are fierce musicians and fierce into it bizarrely! I fucking hated the fiddle with a vengeance. I started them at 4 though, so they were very young for the squawking years. Brilliant at music now both of them. God bless them. Missing out on so much these years now with no seisiuns on anywhere. They both love it. One plays fiddle more and the other plays banjo more, though both can play either. They also learned guitar. The hours I spent driving them to lessons and sitting in the car for an hour!

@Therewereroses

Anyway, I'm after taking over the thread talking shite about myself. I actually just want to read about what is actually going on in Ireland. So I'll keep quiet and shut up for now!

Ah, stay around and keep talking shite Gift of the gab on ya

Did anyone else here call runners or sneakers rubberdollies? Why did I call them that?!