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Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: All-American-Cutie (---.dalect01.va.comcast.net)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:44PM
<HTML>Actually, I do like "football" although I'm not a hooligan or anything. I even played a little myself and helped coach my nephews' teams when they were younger. I love watching hockey, tennis (especially Wimbledon, as it usually starts at my birthday, so it's become a tradition to watch), volleyball, American Football and figure skating.
My husband played "football" in school in Munich and was quite good. He was a pretty large guy and had this long flowing hair that made him look a bit like a 'Thal, so they used to call him "ReedKickBall" and then they'd grunt. It stuck and he uses that as a screen name!
My hubby says I'm the perfect woman...I love sports, don't mind if he watches (and even occasionally take over the tv to watch sports when he's watching history programs), I can cook and I tend not to nag.</HTML>
My husband played "football" in school in Munich and was quite good. He was a pretty large guy and had this long flowing hair that made him look a bit like a 'Thal, so they used to call him "ReedKickBall" and then they'd grunt. It stuck and he uses that as a screen name!
My hubby says I'm the perfect woman...I love sports, don't mind if he watches (and even occasionally take over the tv to watch sports when he's watching history programs), I can cook and I tend not to nag.</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Jon (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:46PM
<HTML>Fair enough, although I would question the use of the adjective 'great' in relation to QPR. 'Quite good once (and that was in 1976)' would cover it.</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Sarah (---.vip.uk.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:51PM
<HTML>Actually, it's not as common as you'd think to get hooligans at ordinary matches. Unfortunately we export them. :-(
I was in the St John Ambulance Brigade (voluntary First Aid organisation) for some years, and did duty at more matches than I can recall. There was very rarely any trouble, and the commonest problem we had to deal with was - wait for it - toothache. People used to come to a match with a slightly dodgy tooth, stand around in the cold for an hour or so, then have a hot drink at half time which would set it off. We used to escort them down to the First Aid room so that our friendly resident doctor could give them a paracetamol (we weren't allowed to administer medicines, except for aspirin in the case of heart attack - for those who don't know about First Aid, that's not as daft as it sounds). Happy days...</HTML>
I was in the St John Ambulance Brigade (voluntary First Aid organisation) for some years, and did duty at more matches than I can recall. There was very rarely any trouble, and the commonest problem we had to deal with was - wait for it - toothache. People used to come to a match with a slightly dodgy tooth, stand around in the cold for an hour or so, then have a hot drink at half time which would set it off. We used to escort them down to the First Aid room so that our friendly resident doctor could give them a paracetamol (we weren't allowed to administer medicines, except for aspirin in the case of heart attack - for those who don't know about First Aid, that's not as daft as it sounds). Happy days...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Sarah (---.vip.uk.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:53PM
<HTML>Oi, Jon, what about the early 90s, when we were just pipped to the League title by Liverpool? That was when we still had Les Ferdinand of revered memory, and when Andy Sinton was still the fastest thing on two feet (before Roy Keane broke one of them for him at Sheffield Wednesday).</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Jon (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:54PM
<HTML>I used to stand on the Kop at Anfield, and the commonest medical problem there was alcoholic poisoning. Oh, and foot-rot. You don't want to know, you really don't ...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Sarah (---.vip.uk.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:57PM
<HTML>Well, I did once get accosted by a Manchester City fan who claimed to have sprained, er, modesty forbids me to explain exactly what. Put it this way, though, it's not really sprainable. I am kicking myself to this day because I didn't think quickly enough to suck in my breath, shake my head gravely, and reply, "Oooh dear. That sounds like an amputation job, mate."</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: All-American-Cutie (---.dalect01.va.comcast.net)
Date: December 10, 2002 08:57PM
<HTML>LOL</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Jon (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: December 10, 2002 09:07PM
<HTML>This is a true story. I know, cos I was there. In the old days of vast standing football terraces, if anyone in the crowd was taken poorly, the only way to get them out was to pass them over the heads of the crowd, rather like body-surfing. Anyway, it came to pass that this young lad took a funny turn, and was being duly handed down to the front. He came into the hands of a bunch of lads from Kirkby who's idea of pre-match entertainment had been to spend the day in The Vines. Just as they got hold of him, Kenny Dalglish scored a terrific goal. The lads forgot what they were doing, flung their arms up into the air, and danced about. The poorly lad crashed onto the concrete (and very unhygienic) terrace from a height of six feet. When he was eventually extricated (his glasses having gone on the missing list) the St. John's boys were at a loss as to which to treat first, dizzyness or concussion.</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: poestscientistdrinker (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: December 10, 2002 10:54PM
<HTML>Seen it happen at matches myself - and almost went myself once when I was a nipper... Only saw violence once - a guy hit with a brick outside the ground about12 years back.
And it is possible to sprain, erm, areas. I won't explain further, however.
And finally - swearing in gaelic is entirely possible - <a href="http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/irish_gaelic_language_swearing.htm">[www.insultmonger.com];. The last of these will explain where the Pogues got their name from...</HTML>
And it is possible to sprain, erm, areas. I won't explain further, however.
And finally - swearing in gaelic is entirely possible - <a href="http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/irish_gaelic_language_swearing.htm">[www.insultmonger.com];. The last of these will explain where the Pogues got their name from...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Rob Johnson (---.leeds.ac.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 09:28AM
<HTML>Throughout reading this thread I was going to mention The Pogues being
short for Pogue Mahon - which is really rather and rude and I'm foiled at the
last posting ! Darn...
BTW It's pronounced 'care.' Dave can tell all about the confusion that can
cause...</HTML>
short for Pogue Mahon - which is really rather and rude and I'm foiled at the
last posting ! Darn...
BTW It's pronounced 'care.' Dave can tell all about the confusion that can
cause...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: dave (---.addleshaw-booth.co.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 09:37AM
<HTML>Right, having finally read through that lot (by, you were busy when I was sleeping...), the correct pronounciation of 'Cahir' is in fact, care. As Rob has just said. It appears he was typing as I was typing this (copy and paste is a wonderful thing, and keeps internet connection times down...)
It all stemmed from the fact that I knackered my knee on our cycling holiday, so decided to catch a train from Cork up to Cahir, where I would meet up with my cycling buddy Rob. A simple task, you would think. Dave arrives at Cork station, consults rail map, timetable, then approaches ticket office. Or more accurately, what he *thinks* is the ticket office.
Dave: I'd like a ticket to Cahir (kaheer) please.
TicketBod: Where?
D: Cahir (kaheer). Cahir (ka-her). Not sure how you pronounce it?
T: Cahir (Care)?
D: That's the fella. One ticket please.
T: You can't get there by train from here.
D: Are you sure? I looked at the map and I'd have to change at Limerick, but it looks like I can
T: I'll just check.
(cue lots of muttering, consulting of large books and scratching of heads)
T: Ah, right enough, you can. You'll have to change at Limerick though.
D: Ah, good. Can I have a ticket?
T: yes.
D: How much is it?
T: About a tenner.
D: (hoping for a more specific amount...) I've got a bike too.
T: (sucking of teeth). That'll be extra. Another fiver or so.
D: Righto. One ticket to Cahir, for me and my bike please.
T: Ah, you need the ticket office...
Cue repeat of above conversation, almost verbatim, at ticket office window. Ticket actually cost me IR£12, much to the surprise of the ticket seller, who thought it'd be more...
AND the train left on time, arrived on time, and had a very jolly conductor fella with whom I had a nice chat about cycling, ticket offices and the like.
I want to go back. I love the whole attitude to life over there. Nothing's a problem, nobody seems rushed, and the Guinness is *fantastic*....</HTML>
It all stemmed from the fact that I knackered my knee on our cycling holiday, so decided to catch a train from Cork up to Cahir, where I would meet up with my cycling buddy Rob. A simple task, you would think. Dave arrives at Cork station, consults rail map, timetable, then approaches ticket office. Or more accurately, what he *thinks* is the ticket office.
Dave: I'd like a ticket to Cahir (kaheer) please.
TicketBod: Where?
D: Cahir (kaheer). Cahir (ka-her). Not sure how you pronounce it?
T: Cahir (Care)?
D: That's the fella. One ticket please.
T: You can't get there by train from here.
D: Are you sure? I looked at the map and I'd have to change at Limerick, but it looks like I can
T: I'll just check.
(cue lots of muttering, consulting of large books and scratching of heads)
T: Ah, right enough, you can. You'll have to change at Limerick though.
D: Ah, good. Can I have a ticket?
T: yes.
D: How much is it?
T: About a tenner.
D: (hoping for a more specific amount...) I've got a bike too.
T: (sucking of teeth). That'll be extra. Another fiver or so.
D: Righto. One ticket to Cahir, for me and my bike please.
T: Ah, you need the ticket office...
Cue repeat of above conversation, almost verbatim, at ticket office window. Ticket actually cost me IR£12, much to the surprise of the ticket seller, who thought it'd be more...
AND the train left on time, arrived on time, and had a very jolly conductor fella with whom I had a nice chat about cycling, ticket offices and the like.
I want to go back. I love the whole attitude to life over there. Nothing's a problem, nobody seems rushed, and the Guinness is *fantastic*....</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: jon (---.abel.net.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:03AM
<HTML>A Spanish visitor to University College Dublin is said to have asked the professor of Irish there whether there was an equivalent in Irish of the well-known Spanish idiom 'manana'. The professor said there was, but it didn't quite convey the same sense of desperate urgency as the original.
Btw, why no Welsh swearing on the insult site? I only know one Welsh insult - <I>twll din bob Sais</I>, which is a rectal reference to the English.</HTML>
Btw, why no Welsh swearing on the insult site? I only know one Welsh insult - <I>twll din bob Sais</I>, which is a rectal reference to the English.</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: ScarletBea (194.196.168.---)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:04AM
<HTML>Nice story Dave :)
Ever read "Round Ireland with a fridge"? Sounds like you :)</HTML>
Ever read "Round Ireland with a fridge"? Sounds like you :)</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: dave (---.addleshaw-booth.co.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:07AM
<HTML>Round Ireland with a Fridge kind of prompted the trip. Unfortunately we couldn't find a fridge small enough to fit on a bike.
Round Ireland with a Cool Bag just didn't sound the same...</HTML>
Round Ireland with a Cool Bag just didn't sound the same...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Rob Johnson (---.leeds.ac.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:13AM
<HTML>Is Round Ireland with a Fridge that old !
Time flies...
I concur with the above. Ireland's a great place.
Remember the shop keeper who refused to serve any customers until
he'd finished telling us about a cycling trip had been on 40 years ago...</HTML>
Time flies...
I concur with the above. Ireland's a great place.
Remember the shop keeper who refused to serve any customers until
he'd finished telling us about a cycling trip had been on 40 years ago...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: dave (---.addleshaw-booth.co.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:28AM
<HTML>and indeed didn't seem that bothered for what they were doing inside his shop whilst he sat outside chatting to us...
Ah, the long days, the full irish breakfasts, the 'tea and cake' stops, the Guinness...
Still reckon the high point of the trip was finding The Porterhouse in Dublin...</HTML>
Ah, the long days, the full irish breakfasts, the 'tea and cake' stops, the Guinness...
Still reckon the high point of the trip was finding The Porterhouse in Dublin...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Rob (---.leeds.ac.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:33AM
<HTML>No way. Me getting to Cahir station bang on time.
That'll never happen again !
Although I think we should check out the Porterhouse again soon...</HTML>
That'll never happen again !
Although I think we should check out the Porterhouse again soon...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: dave (---.addleshaw-booth.co.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 10:36AM
<HTML>To this day I reckon you arrived an hour early and waited round the corner until it was time....
Indeed, a trip to the Porterhouse would go down very well.
For anyone visiting Dublin, it's a must. On Parliament street, it's a microbrewery pub - don't ask for Guinness, as they don't sell it. Try the Oyster Stout instead (made with real oysters..). Delicious.
There's a branch in London, near Covent Garden. Similar, but not quite as good as the original...</HTML>
Indeed, a trip to the Porterhouse would go down very well.
For anyone visiting Dublin, it's a must. On Parliament street, it's a microbrewery pub - don't ask for Guinness, as they don't sell it. Try the Oyster Stout instead (made with real oysters..). Delicious.
There's a branch in London, near Covent Garden. Similar, but not quite as good as the original...</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: Rob (---.leeds.ac.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 11:16AM
<HTML>Warning: Oyster Stout is <b>not</b> suitable for vegetarians.</HTML>
Re: The town planning of the gods....
Posted by: dave (---.addleshaw-booth.co.uk)
Date: December 11, 2002 11:19AM
<HTML>But it is eminently suitable for those with a thirst in the Dublin/Parliament Street area.</HTML>
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