Well, it happened again, a plausible reason was concocted and i shaved off my beard, into a handle bar tasche. The reason: Benny's Birthday, we were having a seventies night.
I think im getting a bit ahead of myself.
Friday, straight after a hard days work, me and benny went to the local, Churchills, for a beer. I rang coady, who promptly followed in. We had a round, then another, then another, then anotsher, then, HEY LEAVES THAS SDRINK ALONESS. We got pissed. In the company of beautiful ladies, both serving, and sitting with us (thanks Jill and friend)
Saturday i got up and headed for Eastgardens with ger and beano, looking for seventies clothes to wear. But, alas, we failed. So we decided to go look for some costumes. We went to the place that did the bishop costumes for Halloween, but the nackers were closed. Dispairing somewhat, benny called us, and said he'd could sort out some clothes for me and dave. Coday already having a seventies dress sense would be fine.
We went to benny's place, and proceeded to put on shirts, and wigs. Oh god the wigs. (refer to the gallery)
We got fairly loaded up in benny's then headed to a greek restaurant in town. The place was feckin huge and packed. So, onto the meal, and more champagne than many people could shake many sticks at!! Portions were small, but very tasty. I had the veal, mmmm young calf (mooo, moooo mooooo )
After the main meal, we all got up for a traditional greek dance, and broke a shit load of plates. This was not accidental, we actually were given plates to break, Cool. I took benny for a quick tango for his birthday, dipping him proved remarkably easy (champagne provides great inner strength!!!)
We went for a pint into Durty Nellies after that, where, among other things, my mullet wig was stolen by some feckin langer from kerry, or cork, or bagdad, not entirely sure.. Much hilarty was had in Durty's, including the dance or the feathered boa (by yours truly) and the worst staring contest ever attempted
After a load of cider, the magic bus arrived. Benny's ability to talk boarded it, soon followed by his balance!! GO ON MY SON, PARTY LIKE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!!!! Him and kathleen went home, then kev and ev
, followed by ger headin off to the Gaelic Club to learn Irish. HA Ha, only messin, he went to see Chris Liebling with Tom Joyce, Mick O Neill and another few luders!!!
Me, dave, cat and Joanne headed for O Malleys to watch the match. Imagine the dissappointment when we discovered the match was not to be shown, and the place was closing at two. Disaster. Or maybe not, for there was a light at the end of the tunnel. THE SPORTS BAR.
So on we merry(very merry) adventruererereerrressrers (feck it, what the hell is my brain at) toddled. The match was indeed on, and there were pints of Heineken to be had. HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE.
Around half time, i bumped into an architectural critic who informed me of a particularly beautiful door arch toward the front. On our way there, the lads look of hilarity at me, and the sudden realisation that arty types dont normally wear ear pieces, and the hand on my shoulder all lead me to believe that i was being shown more than some nice building work. Hello street, my name is jimmy, take care of me!!!
No matter, i jumped into a taxi, and surprised myself by passing not two, but six drive thru's without going it!!!!
Sunday: Sore heads, refer to
Coady and beano went out on the beer for the day. I didnt. Neither did cat. Very wise we were, considering that the lads didnt get in till four in the morning, had a sit down, then had to go to work!!! HA HA HA
how embarrasing! In my own defense he gave hell of alot more bruises then I gave him scratches! Thanx lads for putting those real classy pics up, love yas to!
i really feel sporting white muscle tops would really accentuate it tho,dont be afraid to show off d tan