Comments on: GAA Slur

By: Vincent

Vincent — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 16:14:41 +0000

For God sake the gaa is ripe for a harvesting by an E Annie Proulx. But then where did the people of Newfoundland come from mostly, but Kilkenny, Tipperary, Waterford and Wexford.
Or a Victor Hugo, anyhow either of ‘em. There would be nothing like a Les Miserables to nicely decapitate the bucolic Eden the Gaa attempts to perpetrate.

By: Rua

Rua — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 14:34:41 +0000

…only sayin’that cus you lost

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 13:45:10 +0000

That were a recent novel, I think. It was about being gay in the GAA, funnily enough.

By: Maxi Cane

Maxi Cane — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 11:49:22 +0000

GAAy

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 11:10:36 +0000

Don’t be stupid, Flann. Fair City is a Dublin show. It’s smacked out of their trees they are.

By: Flann O'Coonassa

Flann O'Coonassa — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 09:48:37 +0000

Swe.Ge, are you sure you’re not thinking of Fair City? I always thought the subtext of that show is that everyone is horsing coke out of it just off-camera (to avoid the wrath of the pre-watershed censor), hence explaining their bonkers behaviour on-camera.

I’m telling you, Fair City is a cocaine dystopia created by the anti-drugs lobby. Turn up the volume of your TV and you’ll notice that every scene begins with the sound of someone doing a line just out of eye-shot.

By: Swe.Ge

Swe.Ge — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 08:44:36 +0000

Didn’t RTE make an award winning series about cocaine snorting GAA/small town types?
Cool Mule twas called I think…
Gort has a pier?

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 07:25:52 +0000

It was a fiver, Jimmy. But don't ask me how I know that. Belfast Taxi, he's got a point. Holy God, but he's got a point. Had the uber-nationalist GAA stars in my family only known, it would have saved us a fortune in Deep Heat and that sticky stuff you wrap around the top of a hurley to give you a good grip. Duck Tape, I think it was. Kevin, I'm really starting to think you're taking the piss out of me. I'll have words with your mammy, I will.

By: Jimmy Bastard

Jimmy Bastard — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 06:53:00 +0000

I can remember a week on the mackerel with big Tam Noonan and his Barlinnie posse not so long back. It was to Oranmore we travelled where the holiday let was supposed to be.
It wasn’t long after we crash-landed that we visited the first bar to be found since leaving Galway airport, with its penchant for single prop planes and no bar onboard during the flight. Glesga to Galway was the longest and driest 25 minute flight of our lives.

I’d stayed behind to talk to the pretty barmaid, while Tam and the boys went looking for photies of Athenry and its low fields out there in the mud. A lovely wee filly she was, all jutting breasts and ful of the talk about her love of the words.
There was a tip jar sitting aside the long brass neck of the Fosters Lager pump, the reflective light showed off the exquisite redness of her eyes as we spoke, and it was to be the fare to the bright lights of civilisation (Limerick) that the young McInerney lassie was surely bound for one day.

There was not many mackerel to be found that trip, sadly not even the fish could find their way to the pier at Gort, so it was off to to Clarenbridge for its oysters we went.

The rest of the trip was merely a blur, with its macramie demonstrations, ye auld pound shop, and of course the magnificent changing colours of the traffic lights of a night.

I still think back to that heady trip and my conversation with the budding wee writer, the McInerney girl, and often wonder…. did she give me change from a ten instead of a twenty?

I guess we’ll never really know.

By: belfast taxi

belfast taxi — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 04:24:22 +0000

I once went to school with a fella who refused to play hurley based on his belief that it was a loyalist game!! He thought that anyone who ever invented a sport where you give 22 young Catholics sticks and sent them in to a field to thump 10 tonnes of shite out of each other was bound to be a loyalist!
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