Saturday, January 30, 2010
We're going to Oirland, so we are
We've booked ourselves a mini-vacation in June, we are going to Ireland for a week. Its been about 30 years since I went with my parents, and I don't remember much about it apart from what I see on photographs. We are staying in the village of Adare, which is in South West of Ireland, about 20 minutes south of Limerick. Its known as Ireland's prettiest village, with thatched cottages, arts and craft stores, monasteries and ruins. We are looking forward to doing some walking, horseback riding and general relaxing during our stay. Oh, and we might partake of a pint or two of Guinness of course. Here's a couple of Irish jokes to get in the mood:
An Englishman, a Frenchman and an Irishman were in a pub talking about their children.
'My son was born on St George's Day, 'remarked the Englishman, 'So we obviously decided to call him George.'
'That's a real coincidence, 'observed the Frenchman, 'My daughter was born on Valentine's Day, so we decided to call her Valentine.'
'That's really incredible, 'drawled the Irishman, 'Exactly the same thing happened with my son Pancake.'
Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, Father, me dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' A mass for the poor creature?'
Father Patrick replied, 'I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the creature.'
Muldoon said, 'I'll go right away Father. Do ya' think €*5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?'
Father Patrick exclaimed, 'Sweet Mary and Joseph. Why didn't ya tell me the dog was Catholic?'