The weather this year is nothing compared to the 'night of the big snow' in 1876. I walked all the way in a blizzard from Glenties to Carrick to play at a session. I, myself was none the worse for wear, but had leave my fiddle beside the fire for 37 minutes to defrost it. I remember well the great session that was in it on the the night of the big snow. Unfortunately when the session finished at eight o'clock the following morning, there were snow drifts up to twice the height of a yearling heifer, preventing my returning to the Glenties. Fortunately I found solace in the arms of the publican's daughter for the following week until the snow thawed. It is well I remember the fine setting she had at her of the sporting paddy. That is the time that was in it then, even if it was long ago
Reminds me of the time in Colorado when the snow was so deep that I had to leap from telephone pole top to telephone pole top to get to the pub. When I got there I found it had been reserved for the evening by the Norwiegian ski team. The womens team had arrived early before the snow had gotten so deep.
It was supposed to be private but they were impressed by my telepnone pole leaping and also saw that I had a set of pipes so the let me in.
The Mens team had run late because they had stopped earlier at a pub in Denver. Getting a late start up the pass, the mens team was now stuck in their bus halfway up the mountain so, that left me with the whole womens team.
The bartender poured pints all night on Norway's international beer tab. I pulled out my trusty instrument and played romantic tunes.
We thought the firewood was going to run out so we let the fire cool off, but we didn't get cold.
That's how I spent the night with the entire Norweigian women's ski team.
"I had to leap from telephone pole top to telephone pole top to get to the pub."
Them was the days. It's all underground fibre optics these days, so the only option left is to tight-rope walk the power lines. Still, when you get there, if the doorman demands a charge for entrance, all you have to do is shake his hand.
Another time for steadfast resolve in the face of all things hateful to music, although we had the clement weather in it, was the summer of 1782 in what is now known as O'Hanlon's pub in Mullaghbawn in Armagh.
I was batin' out an eight part setting of Caisleán Uí Néill, when a buck eejit of a gawkshogue tried join in in counterpoint on his trumpet marine. I, having the musical integrity of the house in mind, brought the culprit out the back where I soundly chastened him, much to the delight of all there. I was awarded by the taverner with a promise of free mead for life.
On recent occasions, I have implored upon the house in question to make good on their ancient owner's promise. To my dismay, they have disdainfully denied any knowledge of our pact of yore, and tried to force my exit off their premises. May God sh@t upon them.
hmmmm.... I suppose you had to leap from Norwegan Lady skier to Norwegan Lady skier etc. all night long in order to "stay warm" .... walter mitty has a lot to answer for ...sigh!!
That's just reminded me -- gosh my memory isn't what it used to be -- I was sitting in my cave waiting for my painting of a bison to dry and playing my bone flute when a velociraptor, probably thinking | was gnawing on it, snatched it out of my hands and ran off. I chased him, but he ran straight into a bog and disappeared from sight. So if anyone has found an old bone flute in a bog, it's mine.
Red Robin -- tell that big pole that if he doesn't get those messages delivered he will lose his job with the telegraph company. And no, that's not what I would call it.
'Night of the Big Snow' 1876
'Night of the Big Snow' 1876
The weather this year is nothing compared to the 'night of the big snow' in 1876. I walked all the way in a blizzard from Glenties to Carrick to play at a session. I, myself was none the worse for wear, but had leave my fiddle beside the fire for 37 minutes to defrost it. I remember well the great session that was in it on the the night of the big snow. Unfortunately when the session finished at eight o'clock the following morning, there were snow drifts up to twice the height of a yearling heifer, preventing my returning to the Glenties. Fortunately I found solace in the arms of the publican's daughter for the following week until the snow thawed. It is well I remember the fine setting she had at her of the sporting paddy. That is the time that was in it then, even if it was long ago
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Sinocal
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so you are at least 150 years old? good effort.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by I ♥ Dow
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Reminds me of the time in Colorado when the snow was so deep that I had to leap from telephone pole top to telephone pole top to get to the pub. When I got there I found it had been reserved for the evening by the Norwiegian ski team. The womens team had arrived early before the snow had gotten so deep.
It was supposed to be private but they were impressed by my telepnone pole leaping and also saw that I had a set of pipes so the let me in.
The Mens team had run late because they had stopped earlier at a pub in Denver. Getting a late start up the pass, the mens team was now stuck in their bus halfway up the mountain so, that left me with the whole womens team.
The bartender poured pints all night on Norway's international beer tab. I pulled out my trusty instrument and played romantic tunes.
We thought the firewood was going to run out so we let the fire cool off, but we didn't get cold.
That's how I spent the night with the entire Norweigian women's ski team.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Gone to work
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I thought it was Barney McKenna who used to climb telephone poles.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by kuec
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"I had to leap from telephone pole top to telephone pole top to get to the pub."
Them was the days. It's all underground fibre optics these days, so the only option left is to tight-rope walk the power lines. Still, when you get there, if the doorman demands a charge for entrance, all you have to do is shake his hand.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by CreadurMawnOrganig
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Another time for steadfast resolve in the face of all things hateful to music, although we had the clement weather in it, was the summer of 1782 in what is now known as O'Hanlon's pub in Mullaghbawn in Armagh.
I was batin' out an eight part setting of Caisleán Uí Néill, when a buck eejit of a gawkshogue tried join in in counterpoint on his trumpet marine. I, having the musical integrity of the house in mind, brought the culprit out the back where I soundly chastened him, much to the delight of all there. I was awarded by the taverner with a promise of free mead for life.
On recent occasions, I have implored upon the house in question to make good on their ancient owner's promise. To my dismay, they have disdainfully denied any knowledge of our pact of yore, and tried to force my exit off their premises. May God sh@t upon them.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Sinocal
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hmmmm.... I suppose you had to leap from Norwegan Lady skier to Norwegan Lady skier etc. all night long in order to "stay warm" .... walter mitty has a lot to answer for ...sigh!!
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Red Robin
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That's just reminded me -- gosh my memory isn't what it used to be -- I was sitting in my cave waiting for my painting of a bison to dry and playing my bone flute when a velociraptor, probably thinking | was gnawing on it, snatched it out of my hands and ran off. I chased him, but he ran straight into a bog and disappeared from sight. So if anyone has found an old bone flute in a bog, it's mine.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by gam
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p.s. was dreaming of the Norwegan Ladies Ski team all night...woke up with a big telegraph pole... is that what they call "getting wood"?
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Red Robin
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This , gam, seems to me to be a tall story. Anyone who was alive to see it (or indeed hear it), knows that velociraptors preferred the concertina.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by Sinocal
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Red Robin -- tell that big pole that if he doesn't get those messages delivered he will lose his job with the telegraph company. And no, that's not what I would call it.
# Posted on December 4th 2010 by gam
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Why does "bone flute" sound like a euphemism?
# Posted on December 5th 2010 by hotsauce