Wednesday, September 8, 2010
'De ya hav en trouble unerstandin uz?'.....See my Irish accent is pants. Sparkeys Dad asked me if I had any trouble understanding them....Well no not really....I mean the odd word threw me...but it wasn't like I was having to much trouble understanding them, well no more than they had understanding each other. That was an observation I had made on the train from Belfast to Ballymoney the day before. I sat looking out the window of the train, I was seated across from a father and son, engaged in a loud discussion about something, football possibly, I wasn't really paying attention to the topic. What fascinated me were the constant requests to repeat what was just said, at least I assume that's what 'Wa'!??? accompanied by a quizzical look means. This conversation took most of the journey to complete, but i am not sure how much information was exchanged, I got to the point where I almost offered to translate for them. I decided not to, as that kind of thing spoils the anthropological moment, changing me from being an observer, into a tourist getting a right kicking.
Monday, September 6, 2010
I have a rather strained relationship with my own parents, this makes me rather uncomfortable around other peoples parents. The fact that I had received the same warning for parents I was about to mmet, as i had for the pets wasn't helping. "Careful they can be a bit tricky around strangers" and this time I would not have the assistance of my animal whisperer skills to bail me out. "Around Strangers".....well then, a guy I met on Internet, who has traveled from Australia to stay in our house, must qualify at least as a 9 on the Stranger rating system. I need not of worried, I don't know if it was my rougish antipodean charm (unlikely) or the inate hospitality of Northern Ireland, but I have rarely felt more at home.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
"Just be careful of the dog, she is a bit tricky round strangers!" or something to that effect....in fact it is always something like that. And of course 30 seconds later I have a new hairy friend treating me like a long lost relative....If only this talent for gaining animal confidence could be transferred to something useful, such as attracting young women or picking winning race horses....but alas I must sit at the kitchen table, with only a big friendly puppy's wet nose poking me in the lap....
Thursday, September 2, 2010
SPARKEY - You see her!
ME - Who?
SPARKEY - The red haired girl, crossing the road!
ME - Yes.
SPARKEY - That's Her!!!
ME - Who?
SPARKEY - That's the Irish Red Haired Girl!!
Me - Sorry?
SPARKEY - The Irish Red Haired Girl!! There's only one! She just travels around all of Ireland, for the tourists to see!!
Like I said, tipping points...you can't make them happen....but when they tip the right way you suddenly know everthing is going to be fine...