Well Christy, a good day of rugby.
Scotland pulled it out of the fire thanks to Hawick lad Darcy, though Wales were better than us for the first hour….oh for the days of the Pontypool front row.
Then a royal roasting at twickers. So fed up had i been with the usual superior attitude of the english media i could not help myself posting this at the final whistle on the bbc rugby website…
Oh goodness gracious me , dear bbc&itv.
You shoved young henry down our throats, with your overbearing world beater quotes.
You told us he’d beat ireland on his own, he even told us he deserved his own throne.
How sick you must be at our tremendous glee, to find pollock’s boys record home thumping tee hee hee hee.
Now i know i am no Owen, Yeats or Thomas but it was heart felt.
I recall you sang for the Irish Squad previously, i am sure it remained ringing in their ears for today….as The Fields of Athenry rang out at the self-styled ‘HQ’.
Rory
Hello Christy, thinking of the upcoming benefit gig and the song “Women of Ireland” by Pangur Bán from Derry came to mind. Gerry Breslin and the others were always well tuned in.
Hello Christy,
Saturday greetings from banks of the Boyne. All settled here. Grass, trees, birds and river. Lovely! I know what you mean about pipers. I listen to Liam Óg most days. He makes everything ok. Steve is working hard on drones and regulators these days. He wants me to play guitar on Lark in the Morning. Chords are D, G and A, so I might be ok.
Not surprised that you’ve noticed those little red plecrums disappearing. I’ve got one in my purse here!
I’ll see you later on the magic sofa.
Hope i haven’t made too many typos. I usually have a read back through but it’s not letting me scroll up to the top.
Rebecca
Christy's reply
all gud…3 handled mug pressed into action….dem plecs u yuse ‘r too harde fur me ..so dey will be set aside fur hard songs…donte wurry bout type Os
Well Christy, a good day of rugby.
Scotland pulled it out of the fire thanks to Hawick lad Darcy, though Wales were better than us for the first hour….oh for the days of the Pontypool front row.
Then a royal roasting at twickers. So fed up had i been with the usual superior attitude of the english media i could not help myself posting this at the final whistle on the bbc rugby website…
Oh goodness gracious me , dear bbc&itv.
You shoved young henry down our throats, with your overbearing world beater quotes.
You told us he’d beat ireland on his own, he even told us he deserved his own throne.
How sick you must be at our tremendous glee, to find pollock’s boys record home thumping tee hee hee hee.
Now i know i am no Owen, Yeats or Thomas but it was heart felt.
I recall you sang for the Irish Squad previously, i am sure it remained ringing in their ears for today….as The Fields of Athenry rang out at the self-styled ‘HQ’.
Rory
Hello Christy, thinking of the upcoming benefit gig and the song “Women of Ireland” by Pangur Bán from Derry came to mind. Gerry Breslin and the others were always well tuned in.
fair enough…thank you
Hello Christy,
Saturday greetings from banks of the Boyne. All settled here. Grass, trees, birds and river. Lovely! I know what you mean about pipers. I listen to Liam Óg most days. He makes everything ok. Steve is working hard on drones and regulators these days. He wants me to play guitar on Lark in the Morning. Chords are D, G and A, so I might be ok.
Not surprised that you’ve noticed those little red plecrums disappearing. I’ve got one in my purse here!
I’ll see you later on the magic sofa.
Hope i haven’t made too many typos. I usually have a read back through but it’s not letting me scroll up to the top.
Rebecca
all gud…3 handled mug pressed into action….dem plecs u yuse ‘r too harde fur me ..so dey will be set aside fur hard songs…donte wurry bout type Os
hope you are vampin on The Lark