Posts archive for: 7 May, 2008

  • Barrsie

    by nultygoestopartick @ 2008-05-07 – 09:59:49

    After my drunken Mayday escapade I planned a nice easy relaxing day in house. I got a phone call from my sister ''Wee Barrsie is on at the Thornwood'' that was the end of the quiet day in.

    Wee Barrsie is a guy I went to school with and he is a well known ''rockinroller'' all over the Glasgow area. The guy can sing anything.
    So I went to Granny Gibbs for a couple of beers, to warm me up,  then headed off to the Thornwood.

    I got off the bus about a hundred yards from the pub  and immediately recognised his version of  Brown Sugar followed by Satisfaction.
    On entering the pub I was met by the site of  forty, fifty and sixty year old women all up giving it laldy, Pans People, eat your heart out.

    All the old faces were there, it was like a school re union .Barrsie backed up by a four piece band, was dedicating each song  to someone in the  pub. Frankie Millar, U2,  Sam Cooke, Brian Adams, Canned Heat Otis Reading , The Who, The Stones, The Spencer Davis Goup and a host of others but The Beatles Back in the USSR and Revolution were particularly good has I hadn't heard him do them before.

    If this is what we get in our old age.................... Then that's fine by me.
     

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  • Nulty on To Days Joke

    by nultygoestopartick @ 2008-05-07 – 08:50:56

    An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long illness. After a lengthy examination, the doctor sighed and looked O'Malley in the eye and said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and it can't be cured. I'd give you two weeks to a month to live."

    O'Malley was shocked and saddened by the news, but he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into the waiting room. There, he saw his son who had been waiting.

    O'Malley said, "Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have cancer, and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head for the pub and have a few pints."

    After three or four pints, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of O'Malley's old friends who asked what the two were celebrating. O'Malley told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends, "I've only got a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS."

    The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple more beers.

    After his friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered his confusion. "Dad, I though you said that you were dying from cancer? You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!"

    O'Malley said, "I am dying of cancer, son. I just don't want any of them sleeping with your mother after I'm gone."

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  • Nulty on Nowf Laandan

    by nultygoestopartick @ 2008-05-07 – 08:20:54

    I am off to Nowf Laandan to morrow,  I fly in to Luton at 2.30 then drive into Cwouch ill, i will be there for a week.

    I don't think I will manage to get to the meet as my reason for going down there is to be at a family do on the same night, but you never know.

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