27 July 2011
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R. Linda:
I went to pick up me takeout lunch at a pub in West Boston and felt like I walked into a pub back home. Everyone was Irish. I was standing next to a fella from western Ireland (his accent is as close to an American one as you're gonna find back on the old sod) and he was talking to a fella from Northern Ireland (our accent is the hardest to understand I be told) and the fella from the west was very anti-American in his feelin's and the other, well he didn't rightly care, he was more going on about the English.
"They closed Shannon to the U.S. military fly'in," said the western man, "bout time."
"Ah well, I wish we'd close Belfast Airport to the English," the northern man laughed.
I was thinking maybe we should close Logan Airport to both of ya, but I said nothin'.
"You know they (Americans) have opinions for everyting and it makes me dislike them for da high and mighty attitude ya know?" Mr. Western Ireland said.
"Yeah but the English slag on us for our footy teams not being as superiour as their own and then they point their drunken fingers at us sayin' we be the drinkers on the continent. Like they aren't?" Mr. Northern Ireland said not to be left out.
And I thought to meself, well, you're both in your cups and awfully opinionated. But I said nothing.
"And ya neow wat gets me about Americans, that southern drawl. I kin hardly understond em," Mr. Western Ireland expounded as he went further on his OPINION of Americans.
"Well, I tink dats nuthin' when it cooms to the English cockney, I mean wot are they sayin?" Mr. Northern Ireland guffawed not to be outdone.
And I thought to meself, ye both should hear yourselves one sounds like he has a bit of an American accent and the other sounds like he never learned to pronounce the language but in slang. But I kept me piehole shut.
"I don't neow wat America was tinkin' when it elected George Bush twice," Mr. Western Ireland said shaking his head.
"Well, look wot England elected after that disaster Blair, Brown. Talk about incompetent all ya had to do was look at 'em'." Mr. Northern Ireland moaned.
Well, me lunch was ready and they both stopped their "opinionating" to look at me, so I said on taking me leave, "Stondin' here I couldn't help but be a party ta yer conversation. I thank ye both for the honesty and will leave ya with this, I think I have a man that would satisfy ya both so, on 20 January you can coom pick Obama up in Washington, and he'll be all yers. Solve your problems he will, get that Celtic Tiger so he's completely dead and turn the British economy on its rear end. Good luck to ya." And so I took me sannies and left them staring at me, not a word did they say. At least until I was out the door.
SIGH
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I went to pick up me takeout lunch at a pub in West Boston and felt like I walked into a pub back home. Everyone was Irish. I was standing next to a fella from western Ireland (his accent is as close to an American one as you're gonna find back on the old sod) and he was talking to a fella from Northern Ireland (our accent is the hardest to understand I be told) and the fella from the west was very anti-American in his feelin's and the other, well he didn't rightly care, he was more going on about the English.
"They closed Shannon to the U.S. military fly'in," said the western man, "bout time."
"Ah well, I wish we'd close Belfast Airport to the English," the northern man laughed.
I was thinking maybe we should close Logan Airport to both of ya, but I said nothin'.
"You know they (Americans) have opinions for everyting and it makes me dislike them for da high and mighty attitude ya know?" Mr. Western Ireland said.
"Yeah but the English slag on us for our footy teams not being as superiour as their own and then they point their drunken fingers at us sayin' we be the drinkers on the continent. Like they aren't?" Mr. Northern Ireland said not to be left out.
And I thought to meself, well, you're both in your cups and awfully opinionated. But I said nothing.
"And ya neow wat gets me about Americans, that southern drawl. I kin hardly understond em," Mr. Western Ireland expounded as he went further on his OPINION of Americans.
"Well, I tink dats nuthin' when it cooms to the English cockney, I mean wot are they sayin?" Mr. Northern Ireland guffawed not to be outdone.
And I thought to meself, ye both should hear yourselves one sounds like he has a bit of an American accent and the other sounds like he never learned to pronounce the language but in slang. But I kept me piehole shut.
"I don't neow wat America was tinkin' when it elected George Bush twice," Mr. Western Ireland said shaking his head.
"Well, look wot England elected after that disaster Blair, Brown. Talk about incompetent all ya had to do was look at 'em'." Mr. Northern Ireland moaned.
Well, me lunch was ready and they both stopped their "opinionating" to look at me, so I said on taking me leave, "Stondin' here I couldn't help but be a party ta yer conversation. I thank ye both for the honesty and will leave ya with this, I think I have a man that would satisfy ya both so, on 20 January you can coom pick Obama up in Washington, and he'll be all yers. Solve your problems he will, get that Celtic Tiger so he's completely dead and turn the British economy on its rear end. Good luck to ya." And so I took me sannies and left them staring at me, not a word did they say. At least until I was out the door.
SIGH
Gabe
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