Mowl
Member
Told you it wouldn't take him too long to blow it.
Val's his own worst enemy, trying to enthuse some culchies about a posh wedding he went to last week and now can't shut up about. He's telling the other culchies about the car he hired at the airport. Where it was made (China) and what colour it was and what the registration was. He said if Dublin was Rome, then he went to Drogheda. In a Chinese car. To gulp down some Italian food (thinks it was spaghetti but was actually gnocchi). He took the A86, a national road, not a motorway.
'Very, very good roads, you'd have to see the quality'.
Waited until he arrived at his B&B to change out of his farm pants and (hopefully) took a shower before donning the rental tuxedo.
The narrative continues with: 'took a little train, a little one, six miles further, further, further on. Fierce craic. So that's the story folks. Loads of cars, lorries, and what have you, there. I saw one hybrid car. One, just. Really good outfits too. They were all dressed. Now. So that's it, folks. We'll see you back for something else, now. Pigs. Wild pigs - two of them. I saw them down the valley. Two. Just. I saw them. Briefly, now. Lots of oats. Barley, now. Lots. On the hills with the combine harvesters.'
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His 'fans' aren't too happy with him going off script like this and praising a foreign country for its roads.
Only a true and natural born culchie could turn a conversation about an Italian wedding into one about tarmacadam, wild boars, oats, barley, miles per gallon in a Chinese hybrid rental, and how 'would you believe it that a few drops of water DID fall on the windscreen on the Sunday as we drove back? See. That's it - now. See you back, I'll seeya back for somethin...'
A national treasure.
Val's his own worst enemy, trying to enthuse some culchies about a posh wedding he went to last week and now can't shut up about. He's telling the other culchies about the car he hired at the airport. Where it was made (China) and what colour it was and what the registration was. He said if Dublin was Rome, then he went to Drogheda. In a Chinese car. To gulp down some Italian food (thinks it was spaghetti but was actually gnocchi). He took the A86, a national road, not a motorway.
'Very, very good roads, you'd have to see the quality'.
Waited until he arrived at his B&B to change out of his farm pants and (hopefully) took a shower before donning the rental tuxedo.
The narrative continues with: 'took a little train, a little one, six miles further, further, further on. Fierce craic. So that's the story folks. Loads of cars, lorries, and what have you, there. I saw one hybrid car. One, just. Really good outfits too. They were all dressed. Now. So that's it, folks. We'll see you back for something else, now. Pigs. Wild pigs - two of them. I saw them down the valley. Two. Just. I saw them. Briefly, now. Lots of oats. Barley, now. Lots. On the hills with the combine harvesters.'
![](https://pixvid.org/images/2024/06/27/fileca.jpg)
His 'fans' aren't too happy with him going off script like this and praising a foreign country for its roads.
Only a true and natural born culchie could turn a conversation about an Italian wedding into one about tarmacadam, wild boars, oats, barley, miles per gallon in a Chinese hybrid rental, and how 'would you believe it that a few drops of water DID fall on the windscreen on the Sunday as we drove back? See. That's it - now. See you back, I'll seeya back for somethin...'
A national treasure.