Absolutely LoneFFS Jax - It's "the 'ill" not "the hill."
Absolutely Lone
The Friday Night Bombers, pride of the 'ill we were and could have had our pick of the birds in the Rum Puncheon, no influence my ass
From what I remember of the Rum and Punch you needed dark glasses on to look at most of the "birds" the feathered ones were pretty of course, but you had to sit by a window and look out to see themAbsolutely Lone
The Friday Night Bombers, pride of the 'ill we were and could have had our pick of the birds in the Rum Puncheon, no influence my ass
Played for the Mount too under the late great Roy Hammet, remember when the lounge got done out when Paul Varney had the pub, we called it "Shades on the Hill"
How about down the 'ill - in The Mount and Farmers??
All the cool kids were in The Cross and The Crown on Woodfield Street.
My old man (long departed) used to be a member of the The Cross dominos team in the 70's
I would imagine our dads would have known each other then. My old man drama in The Cross since I was old enough to remember. Life member of the Dyffryn too.My old man (long departed) used to be a member of the The Cross dominos team in the 70's
My farther was the foreman in the Dyffryn Works in the mid 70's when I was growing up
I imagine they definitely would have known each other then. When I first started driving I used to pick my old man up from the Dyffryn on a Saturday night. I’d always go in for the “last pint” with him. And every time, without fail, he’d introduce me to the same group of his old mates as if he’d never introduced them to me before. “This is my youngest boy, Andrew”. Proud as punch for some reason. And every time they’d all shake my hand as if they’d never been introduced to me before. The moral of this tale? They were all pissed mun.My farther was the foreman in the Dyffryn Works in the mid 70's when I was growing up
And he has low standards about his children’s capabilities?I imagine they definitely would have known each other then. When I first started driving I used to pick my old man up from the Dyffryn on a Saturday night. I’d always go in for the “last pint” with him. And every time, without fail, he’d introduce me to the same group of his old mates as if he’d never introduced them to me before. “This is my youngest boy, Andrew”. Proud as punch for some reason. And every time they’d all shake my hand as if they’d never been introduced to me before. The moral of this tale? They were all pissed mun.
Watch it. I was doing a BTEC at the time. Very clever stuff. Honest.
My da right thereI imagine they definitely would have known each other then. When I first started driving I used to pick my old man up from the Dyffryn on a Saturday night. I’d always go in for the “last pint” with him. And every time, without fail, he’d introduce me to the same group of his old mates as if he’d never introduced them to me before. “This is my youngest boy, Andrew”. Proud as punch for some reason. And every time they’d all shake my hand as if they’d never been introduced to me before. The moral of this tale? They were all pissed mun.
with your da drinking 50 years ago! Must have known each other.
I reckon I'm around 46/47 yrs in myselfMy da right there
When work mates stayed strong, watching each others backs and having a good pint after work, arguments some times, and sorting it out old skool, then back to it
