Edjamacation

The wifes been giving out about my grammar, which I admit is crap.Ah well, when I think back to the encouraging words my father said when he saw my leaving cert results... "A Trained Fucking Monkey could have done better."And I think he was spot on.I was that bad I told a mate I got "no good" as a result in my Irish, I actually thought thats what N.G. (no grade) stood for.How we laughed that day, not a job in the country and me on my first steps to extreme poverty.
I was at a band last night in a small village in wicklow.It was in one of these art council of Ireland funded halls.A local had told me that the place was full of uppity shitheads but I really wanted to see this band so I went.The band were great , sort of cajun /bluegrass from canada.The venue was tiny and the arty farty folk were all drinking there glasses of wine stroking goatees (even the women)and talking tripe. After one song that was in french there were hoops of "Trie bien" from someone in the crowd.I could feel it bubbling up from my toes "WOULD YOU EVER FUCK OFFFF!" but i did'nt want to offend the band, so I just said "He knows french" in a high pitched P.J Gallaghers voice .Anyway I really enjoyed the band despite the crowd.Its great to hear a band playing good music without tons of electrics and computers with one omadon singing and flicking switches.I think if the pubs brought back the good ole acoustic music sessions instead of Barney Flynn and his Big Magic Electric Keyboard they would see a lot more folk.Anyway till next time.
Trei Bien
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