The shit that doesn't merit its own thread (the resurrection)

Did you feel a prick?

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I was reminded of the joke - What is the difference between a hedgehog and a police car?

It appears that on the 12th, the Orange men marching past my mother in law’s window at 8am mistook me & the wife (in dressing gowns, having a coffee) for the mother in law and her (very out gay) neighbour.

The village gossip machine has apparently gone into full meltdown. We were drinking champagne by the time the Chinese whispers had done a full circuit.

Rural Norn Iron, you’ve got to love it.

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Rovey McRoveface in T minus 9, 8 …

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Talk about slow learners …

VB

“All your base are belong to us”

Roy?

Just call it Fenton - it’ll never come back anyway

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Or 213SE.

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@A_Touch_of_Cloth ?

Kismet for trying to bring a boat called Oliver Cromwell to Ireland…

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Reminds me of when Warrington Council (being connected to Ireland for obvious reasons) decided to send a postcard of the town so sent one of the statue you can see to the north of the place in the link.

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Or when Robin Cook as foreign secretary put a painting of Cromwell on his office wall and then welcomed the Irish PM who was less than impressed by his choice of hero.

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Oh come on. Cromwell was ages ago. Surely everyone in Ireland has got over it by now. Water under the bridge … forgive and forget … love thy neighbour … that nice Mrs Foster … etc, etc

VB

They seem to keep grudges a long time in Ireland, although maybe that’s easier to say when you’re descended from the oppressors.

I was seconded to NI for 6 months in the early '90s and the following sketch is, scarily, not too far from the attitudes I encountered. Although the arguments weren’t about cheese and pineapple…

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Around 1990 my first sandwich student at work was a lad from NI. He came from the hard-line Protestant community although his move to an English uni seemed to be broadening his outlook. Some of the things he told me and showed me were pretty startling. Including the scar across his neck inflicted with a Stanley knife by people from his own side who, apparently, had heard there were Catholics drinking in the bar he was in and simply attacked everyone who left. Under the watchful gaze, he said, of RUC officers who came over and casually stopped him bleeding to death.

VB

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Words fail me.