>The brazen curmudgeon wrote:
>> Unfortunately one of our US devotees was unable to attend and has become
>> consumed with jealousy that another was favoured with the attention of
>> Ard-Sagart. Hence the ranting messages in your in-trays.
>**Forgive her for
>> she knows not what she does.**
>He must be speaking of Monica.
Monica is banned in Ireland.
John's treatise on the 1998 pilgrimage was probably even more confusing than
he intended it to be, although I may be wrong. We must make exceptions for
old age, Guinness and an infatuation with little flies. Well, John has the
infatuation with little flies. The truth is that John was privilaged to meet
with three other Celtic-Lers all at the same time and simultaniously during
his visit to Limerick. This does not include Pat, who had to endure the
curmudgean the night before, and has never been heard from since.
We arranged to meet JB in a very polite pub on the banks of the Abbey River,
which is a very complicated to explain branch of the Shannon, and he had
just ordered a pint of G when we arrived and told him to get his ass out of
there because we were going to somewher much more impolite. He promptly
drank his pint in ten minutes (easy knowing he's English!) and piled in to
Mrs. Shae's Fiat 127. He sat in the back with wossernaym, wearing his
caipín, and we were so embarassed in case anybody who knew us saw us.
We made it to the Brazen Head without being stopped and interrogated by Bill
Clinton's entourage - I think he was playing golf in Ballybunion by this
time - Bill, not JB. JB is too old for holes-in-one.
As I think Imentioned, JB was invited by JJ and the Bootleggers to play
blues tinwhistle, but he didn't have his amplifier with him so he graciously
declined, thanks bitta Jaysus. JJ, Mikael and the rest of the Bootleggers
played at their deafining best, precluding any form of conversation other
than by sign language, which JB learned very quickly when it came to asking
him if he wanted another pint.
Somebody, who shall remain nameless, asked somebody else who is nameless
because I don't know who it was, to take a photograph of the four
Celtic-Lers, with one or two spouses, at the end of the session, and this
will be put on the web if the processing doesn't crash the machine.
So, if y'all want to know what Mikael and Mona, JB, Kathy, Shae and Mrs.
Shae look like, watch this space. It'll get there eventually.
Why do I do this?