Just thought I would take a chance and wish Dr Moody,MH and any HL'er with a bit of Irish in them be it blood or Guinness or what ever your having your self.(mind you ,a lot of us Irish folk have Guinness for blood) A happy Paddys day.
Here is a little home grown Dublin melancholy and love ..
I will be in the Harp Bar in Vigo tomorrow if anyone fancys dropping in for a pint.
St Patrick Day
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Planet Dave
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With a surname like Whelan it'd be extremely rude not to get spangled tomorrow, whilst watching some mates (lead singer called Ciaran, lol) trash a load of Dropkick Murphys numbers on stage. 
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
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Planet Dave
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What better excuse do you need?Ozpat wrote:I am not Irish but my name is Patrick. Does that count as well?
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
It's all about getting hammered/trolleyed/plastered/legless/scuttered/ossified or whatever, so go for it!Planet Dave wrote:What better excuse do you need?Ozpat wrote:I am not Irish but my name is Patrick. Does that count as well?
I'll be away for a few days doing likewise.
If I told them once, I told them a hundred times to put 'Spinal Tap' first and 'Puppet Show' last.
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Horrible to have to admit here, but my dad told me that while he was merely a lad at school, he and his mates would all wear orange on St. Pat's Day...I couldn't believe that my own dad would've been that ignorant. 
I left my heart in Ballycastle... 
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Spigel
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SINsister wrote:Horrible to have to admit here, but my dad told me that while he was merely a lad at school, he and his mates would all wear orange on St. Pat's Day...I couldn't believe that my own dad would've been that ignorant.
That's quite funny.
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in another life I was known as John Michael Gallagher, I'd better join inPlanet Dave wrote:With a surname like Whelan it'd be extremely rude not to get spangled tomorrow,
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
~ Peter Steele
I have a Thin Lizzy CD, so I guess that counts me in then.
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I believe that a few generations ago, my great-grandparents were wandering around on a real life Craggy Island and calling themselves by the name of Morrough... so I guess I'd better join in as well.
Bailey's Irish Cream for me, but you knew that already...
Bailey's Irish Cream for me, but you knew that already...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
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Changing my name to Seamus O'Ramone for 24 hours in honour of Saint Patrick's day !
"That'll be ya man there, Ramone that wee cute lil scouse fella pretending to be Oirish for the night like all dem feckin' secretary and pissed up FHM wanna be looking types"
St. Patrick's : You can't get served at the bar. You can't get in anywhere. The streets are filled with people in over sized green hats and you can't get a cab home. Everyone is enjoying the crack - literally!!
St. George's day : Crap.Like a wet winters Sunday in Birmingham.
"That'll be ya man there, Ramone that wee cute lil scouse fella pretending to be Oirish for the night like all dem feckin' secretary and pissed up FHM wanna be looking types"
St. Patrick's : You can't get served at the bar. You can't get in anywhere. The streets are filled with people in over sized green hats and you can't get a cab home. Everyone is enjoying the crack - literally!!
St. George's day : Crap.Like a wet winters Sunday in Birmingham.
"It was great that Kurt Cobain shot himself when he did..cos without that ,we'd have no Foo Fighters today" :Ramone, Little Lebowski Urban Achiever. November 2008
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Mrs Bog-Girl is a 'walking stick' so i guess im going to get very hammered tomorrow
NOT REALLY!!!
NOT REALLY!!!
LAND ROVER: THE BEAST FOUR BY FOUR BY FEAR! KICKS THE ARSE OFF RICEBURNERS!
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Odd coincidence that because when I havn't shaved for a few days my missus reckons I look like Frank Gallagher out of Shameless.James Blast wrote:in another life I was known as John Michael Gallagher, I'd better join inPlanet Dave wrote:With a surname like Whelan it'd be extremely rude not to get spangled tomorrow,
I also drink solely Guinness and over the last few years have lowered the water level of the river Liffey considerably I should think.
So Be jazuz,top of the morning,to be sure,have some crack and och aye the noo to all of yous.
The photographs of God I bought have almost faded away
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@ Spigel no one in their right mind would celebrate a St. Nigel's Day, sorry 
@ Brer DR business as usual, good... carry on
must be hell trekking from bar to bar in Leeds handcuffed to a large 'wipe off' beanbag 
@ Brer DR business as usual, good... carry on
must be hell trekking from bar to bar in Leeds handcuffed to a large 'wipe off' beanbag
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
~ Peter Steele
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Planet Dave
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I like her already.DerekR wrote:I'll be out and about in Leeds on St Patrick's night, with a laydee no less
She's not Irish, she is a Manc however
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
Do you mean She's from Manchester or....................does She just need a bath?DerekR wrote: she is a Manc however
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
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Some Irish humour for you .... should be in the joke section maybe but here goes...
*NO OFFENCE TO NAMES AS THEY HAVE NOT BEEN EDITED*
before the copy paste joby...
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Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!"
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."
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Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
The man said, "I do, Father."
The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall."
Then the priest asked the second man, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
"Certainly, Father," was the man's reply.
"Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "No, I don't Father."
The priest said, "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now."
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Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Gallagher. "They say I died!!"
"Yes, I saw it!" replied Finney. "Where are ye callin' from?"
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An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?"
"Just water," says the priest.
The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"
The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord! He's done it again!"
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Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman."
"Oh yeah?" said Charlie, "And how did this one end?"
"When it was over," Mike replied, "She came to me on her hands and knees.
"Really," said Charles, "Now that's a switch! What did she say?"
She said, "Come out from under the bed, you little chicken."
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Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Flynn said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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Happy Day!
*NO OFFENCE TO NAMES AS THEY HAVE NOT BEEN EDITED*
before the copy paste joby...
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Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!"
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."
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Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he meets, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
The man said, "I do, Father."
The priest said, "Then stand over there against the wall."
Then the priest asked the second man, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
"Certainly, Father," was the man's reply.
"Then stand over there against the wall," said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O'Toole and said, "Do you want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "No, I don't Father."
The priest said, "I don't believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don't want to go to heaven?"
O'Toole said, "Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now."
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Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Gallagher. "They say I died!!"
"Yes, I saw it!" replied Finney. "Where are ye callin' from?"
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An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut . The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?"
"Just water," says the priest.
The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"
The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord! He's done it again!"
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Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman."
"Oh yeah?" said Charlie, "And how did this one end?"
"When it was over," Mike replied, "She came to me on her hands and knees.
"Really," said Charles, "Now that's a switch! What did she say?"
She said, "Come out from under the bed, you little chicken."
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Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?"
Flynn said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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Happy Day!
it's all about circles and spirals
that ongoing eternity
that ongoing eternity
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Planet Dave
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MadameButterfly wrote:
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Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!"
Miraculously, a parking place appeared.
Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'