Comments on: Where Have All The Fly-By-Night Boys Gone? http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/ Craic agus Ceol (warning: ceol not available. Craic may vary) Thu, 02 Feb 2012 15:45:59 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Niamh http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1159 Niamh Tue, 25 Aug 2009 01:01:33 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1159 Always had knackers trying to sell carpet but never sofas. They don't seem to bother anymore, but I did see one in the shop on Sunday morning shoving a pound of Monaghan bacon down the front of the skinny, white, bawgin' jeans. Threw me right off my stride and had to have cereal instead, the bitch. Those lovely stirrup contraptions were known as ski pants in the north (I know, don't start) I do miss the comforting pull of the strap in the arch of your foot which also stopped the gusset riding up your arse. The Jehovah's and Mormoms don't bother with us anymore, but I've spied some lurking Christians, fucking CHRISTIANS, and sure there's no reasoning with them. Always had knackers trying to sell carpet but never sofas. They don’t seem to bother anymore, but I did see one in the shop on Sunday morning shoving a pound of Monaghan bacon down the front of the skinny, white, bawgin’ jeans. Threw me right off my stride and had to have cereal instead, the bitch.
Those lovely stirrup contraptions were known as ski pants in the north (I know, don’t start) I do miss the comforting pull of the strap in the arch of your foot which also stopped the gusset riding up your arse.
The Jehovah’s and Mormoms don’t bother with us anymore, but I’ve spied some lurking Christians, fucking CHRISTIANS, and sure there’s no reasoning with them.

]]> By: Ellen http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1102 Ellen Fri, 21 Aug 2009 23:54:29 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1102 Hey Sweary.. Still get the couch selling suited travellers in Galway City, well Ballybane anyway. No Hiaces tho, upgraded to small lorries. Their smiles scare me. Nobody should look that happy. The blunter and ruder I am the more they smile. Haven't seen a polish artist in years. Hey Sweary..
Still get the couch selling suited travellers in Galway City, well Ballybane anyway. No Hiaces tho, upgraded to small lorries. Their smiles scare me. Nobody should look that happy. The blunter and ruder I am the more they smile.
Haven’t seen a polish artist in years.

]]> By: MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1094 MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:00:50 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1094 We must be lucky....only get the odd Jehovah's Witness or someone collecting signatures so that they can run for city council (the latter always seems to happen when I am in the middle of preparing dinner). I must admit the idea of anyone selling furniture door to door seems terribly strange to me. We must be lucky….only get the odd Jehovah’s Witness or someone collecting signatures so that they can run for city council (the latter always seems to happen when I am in the middle of preparing dinner).

I must admit the idea of anyone selling furniture door to door seems terribly strange to me.

]]> By: Fat Sparrow http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1091 Fat Sparrow Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:27:04 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1091 That's it, I have officially given up on understanding anything having to do with the Irish. It's completely incomprehensible to me why anyone would go door-to-door selling couches. How the fuck do they lug them about to show them to potential customers? Strap them to their backs? Pull them on a cart? Make Eastern European immigrants tote them? As an entrap... entrepanari... entrepenarial... money-grubbing bloody Yank, I am sure there has to be a better way to do this, and as God is my witless, as soon as I get over there, I will suss it out and make a fucking fortune. I'll import Mexicans and have them cart around couches of fine Corinthian leather, so I will. Jehovah's Witnesses, JoHo's, God's Witless Mongs, whatever you want to call them, they have to be the worst. They are the only ones dumb enough, or brave enough, to go knocking on <a href="http://www.homedepot.com/h_d1/N-5yc1vZ1xhb/R-100034686/h_d2/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&storeId=10051&catalogId=10053" rel="nofollow">security doors</a> in our ghetto. Anybody else would end up in the basement with the gimp, but even the gimp doesn't want a JoHo. When some stranger comes knocking on your door around here, it's because the people that lived there before sold drugs. You can pick up any ho-bag hooker by a freeway on-ramp, but it's a bit harder to score with a reliable supplier. For 2 years after I moved here, I'd get some meth-head knocking on my door at 3 in the morning, looking to score. Seems that when you're in prison, and your drug supplier moves, they fail to send out those "Hi! Our business has moved to a new location!" postcards. The fuckers. Damn I will be glad to be out of this shithole. That’s it, I have officially given up on understanding anything having to do with the Irish. It’s completely incomprehensible to me why anyone would go door-to-door selling couches. How the fuck do they lug them about to show them to potential customers? Strap them to their backs? Pull them on a cart? Make Eastern European immigrants tote them? As an entrap… entrepanari… entrepenarial… money-grubbing bloody Yank, I am sure there has to be a better way to do this, and as God is my witless, as soon as I get over there, I will suss it out and make a fucking fortune. I’ll import Mexicans and have them cart around couches of fine Corinthian leather, so I will.

Jehovah’s Witnesses, JoHo’s, God’s Witless Mongs, whatever you want to call them, they have to be the worst. They are the only ones dumb enough, or brave enough, to go knocking on security doors in our ghetto. Anybody else would end up in the basement with the gimp, but even the gimp doesn’t want a JoHo.

When some stranger comes knocking on your door around here, it’s because the people that lived there before sold drugs. You can pick up any ho-bag hooker by a freeway on-ramp, but it’s a bit harder to score with a reliable supplier. For 2 years after I moved here, I’d get some meth-head knocking on my door at 3 in the morning, looking to score. Seems that when you’re in prison, and your drug supplier moves, they fail to send out those “Hi! Our business has moved to a new location!” postcards. The fuckers.

Damn I will be glad to be out of this shithole.

]]> By: Sniffle http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1090 Sniffle Fri, 21 Aug 2009 14:07:41 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1090 Clean your shoots missus/sur? (Whilst checking out your gaff for alarms and locks.) They'll be back soon enough Sweary. Flann, I cried too when Mufasa copped it. Clean your shoots missus/sur? (Whilst checking out your gaff for alarms and locks.) They’ll be back soon enough Sweary.

Flann, I cried too when Mufasa copped it.

]]> By: Flann O'Coonassa http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1085 Flann O'Coonassa Fri, 21 Aug 2009 11:09:33 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1085 Sweary, I am shocked. Mufasa was a symbol of nobility and an all round class act. He had the strength of a lion, and the eloquence of James Earl Jones. Scar was opportunistic. I'll give you that. But if I saw a lion that raggedy at Dublin Zoo, I would mock it. Sweary, I am shocked. Mufasa was a symbol of nobility and an all round class act. He had the strength of a lion, and the eloquence of James Earl Jones.

Scar was opportunistic. I’ll give you that. But if I saw a lion that raggedy at Dublin Zoo, I would mock it.

]]> By: Sweary http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1084 Sweary Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:46:28 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1084 emordino, that must surely be the pinnacle of annoying house calls, so I declare you the winner of this particular foray into one-downmanship. Flann, you're not the winner, because Mufasa was a right smug cunt and Scar should have triumphed over that drippy wally, Simba. emordino, that must surely be the pinnacle of annoying house calls, so I declare you the winner of this particular foray into one-downmanship.

Flann, you’re not the winner, because Mufasa was a right smug cunt and Scar should have triumphed over that drippy wally, Simba.

]]> By: emordino http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1083 emordino Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:32:12 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1083 One place I lived, we used to get guys turning up at the witching hour saying things like "Hi. The taxi driver dropped me off." Which, you know, how nice for you, but what the hell do you want? We had our suspicions, but it wasn't really confirmed until some oul fella turned up at 1am and said "Howya. Have ye got any girls?" So yeah, turns out I lived in a former brothel. (Amusingly, on a later occasion a female housemate answered the door in her silky kimono dressing gown. Dude couldn't believe his luck... for the first second anyway, until she screamed "FUCK OFF" and slammed the door in his face. Good times.) One place I lived, we used to get guys turning up at the witching hour saying things like “Hi. The taxi driver dropped me off.” Which, you know, how nice for you, but what the hell do you want? We had our suspicions, but it wasn’t really confirmed until some oul fella turned up at 1am and said “Howya. Have ye got any girls?” So yeah, turns out I lived in a former brothel.

(Amusingly, on a later occasion a female housemate answered the door in her silky kimono dressing gown. Dude couldn’t believe his luck… for the first second anyway, until she screamed “FUCK OFF” and slammed the door in his face. Good times.)

]]> By: Flann O'Coonassa http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1082 Flann O'Coonassa Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:03:12 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1082 I was cold-called by a guy selling a deterrent mace spray for cold-callers. It was a very confusing exchange, and somehow I ended up with red, streaming eyes. Not because of the spray, I'd just finished watching the scene from The Lion King where Mufasa dies. I was cold-called by a guy selling a deterrent mace spray for cold-callers. It was a very confusing exchange, and somehow I ended up with red, streaming eyes. Not because of the spray, I’d just finished watching the scene from The Lion King where Mufasa dies.

]]> By: Sweary http://www.coddlepot.com/2009/08/21/where-have-all-the-fly-by-night-boys-gone/comment-page-1/#comment-1081 Sweary Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:52:12 +0000 http://www.coddlepot.com/?p=1001#comment-1081 When they were trying to flog you blankets, they weren't pushing a soup trolley as well, were they, Vince? Because that sounds like the St. Vincent De Paul. When they were trying to flog you blankets, they weren’t pushing a soup trolley as well, were they, Vince? Because that sounds like the St. Vincent De Paul.

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