Short of leg, but no short of talent. I'm proud to be associated with a fine young Limerick gentleman with such a grand singing voice.
Chef; Short of leg but big of grin on me coupon! Ta pal. :¬)
Short of leg, but stout of heart. Just like me new self it would seem, eh?
Chef; As for 'Maurcheen'? Looks more like Hugh Jarse ta me pal! :¬)
Ack, no speakers plugged in.Sx
Scarls; Then plug them in my dear, plug them feckin' in! :¬)xxx
I have a feeling that wee Scarlet here has no been able to plug in here life speakers for many a year.
Chef; It's something to do with being Ginger, or so I'm told. :¬)
I'm just grateful for the pictures... adding sound might lead to a technological meltdown.Sx... Qx... whoever...
Scarls/Ms Q; I feel a charity night coming on, you need speakers, a pair of cans (studio talk for 'headphones') at least. I shall not sleep knowing you have not heard my dulcet tones this evening! :¬)xxx
BGM loved this! thank you, bubba! xoxoxox
sav; Aw! Then my day is complete and I shall retire to the feathers a happy soul! Goodnight missus, goodnight BGM, sleep well all and I will see you all again on the morrow. :¬)xoxoxox
Retiring would usually indicate that one has finished with work... Cleaning windies on a Tuesday morning for a few hours until the bars open doesn't really count pal.
Chef; Good shillings in specialised windie-cleaning, it's not just anyone who can reach the lower panes! :¬)
Aye, but is it also true that your nickname amongst the other windie cleaners is 'Sinbad' because you can never reach the corners and every window is reminiscent of a ships porthole?
Chef; Ta be honest, I was never hired for ma cleaning skills, you know I'm the one who keeps the dander up when all are doon! As they say, 'If the Map cannae get ye ris then ye deserve tae be deed!' :¬)
You are the buckfast of many lives my friend. Never forget that.
Chef; Aye, cheap & cheerful, that's me! :¬)
You are half right oul son.
Chef; Bastid! C'mon, buy us a drink and all is forgiven! :¬)
No bother, your usual?Barman... a small Baileys over ice with a dash of ginger beer and a large cherry please. Oh, and throw in a packet of Cheese & onion Tayto crisps please. Meath's finest export, eh?
Chef; Such a treasure y'are! :¬)
Aye, and I have the dirty shovel to prove it too.
Okay, I'm a little disgusted with the computer right now. It keeps sending me to a page with a photo only. Had to enter the Chef's restaurant to find the map to here. :)
hope; Oops! Hope that's not a blunder from my side, if it is then you have my sincere opologies! :¬)xxx
A map to find the Map, if you like. Right about now I am sure you are up to your buttocks in the auld tin bath in front of the fire, scrubbing those crevices for all your worth. Give us a wee shout when you have scraped the crust from the tin rim and hung it back in the shed, we might have time for a pint so.
Chef; Are you saying the lovely hope leaves a ring on the bath?? :¬)
Och son, ladies never leave a ring in the bath, they are rose petal and candy floss fresh at all times.
Chef; True! :¬)
Aye son, don't forget to chap my door on the way through so, ok? The first round is on YOU wee man. I have the thirst about me the night too.
Ach Seamus mo chara d'aois, tá tú caillte! Beidh gach deochanna iad a íoc as féin anocht! :¬)
Och... I've just heard that you were scammed on eBay yet again. What was it this time son? You didn't pay out another €15 on a penis enlarger, only to find when it arrived that all that was in the box was a magnifying glass?When will you learn, eh?
Chef; Well it WAS on your recommendation after all!! :¬)
No, when I mentioned a wee prick I talking about you, no to you. Och, pint eh?
Chef; Mon then, just the one. Maybe three eh? :¬)