Oh yes he does, you Manc poofter. He knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Olymic” indeed.
Her name was Suki, his name was Jack or Bob or something. Yeah, I love that stuff, even if it’s a crappy video with poor sound quality.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you tomorrow, same Bunk Time, same Bunk Channel.
The four in front are not Irish, but the back three are. Just sayin’.
I bet the Erins go Bleaugh within the hour.
On the other hand, this is pretty cool.
There are a few remaining holed stones in Ireland. There is one in Co. Antrim and in Co. Louth and lucky for me there’s one in my native Co. Cork! This is the Ballyroon standing stone which is situated in West Cork on the Sheep’s Head road. This imposing stone is 2.25 metres in height unfortunately it is not standing and is only propped up on a smaller stone. The most striking feature is the beautifully carved round hole which runs through the stone. According to a local historian
The hole in the stone is narrow on one side and wide on the other. The man had a bigger hand and he put his hand through the wide side and the woman put her hand through the narrow side. They made their promises when they put their hands through the stone.
My favorite Irish song is Nell Flaherty’s Drake for various reasons. Here’s the tune:
Stay safe driving home tomorrow so you can still wake up on Wednesday and call in to work stupid.
Many Irish myths and legends include mentions of hounds. The most famous involves the Celtic hero Cuchulainn (The Hound of Ulster) or (The Hound of Culann) who stroked a blacksmith’s Celtic hound with his bare hands. When Culann, the blacksmith asked who would now guard his shop the young Cuchulainn offered to take the dog’s place thus gaining himself the title of ‘The hound of Culann’. The offer was turned down and Cuchulainn went on to become one of the greatest warrior legends of that era, but the nickname stuck. Other famous Irish hounds were Bran and Seolan who belonged to the warrior, Fionn mac Cumhaill. The mother of Bran and Sceolan was Tuiren, and was Fionn Mac Cumhaill’s aunt, transformed into a hound by a fairy or Sidhe. [via]
We Have No Heads!! Jeff Donohoe (Tin Whistle/Slapped-Bass/Vocals) and Mike Grimes (Guitar/Vocals). Playing unplugged (except for the Bass). Drinkin and pukin at Jeff’s place in Albuquerque NM on Feb. 25 2009.
What a classic to wrap up The Saturday Matinee.
Scare off the bean sídhe and have a great weekend folks.
The Fenians‘ “Token Whiskey Song.” We followed Terry Casey & Co. back when they were the house band at The Harp. Good peeps, all of ’em. (Their version of “Rattlin’ Bog” is one of my favorites because they added some verses.)
That should keep you set for a bit while I dodge out for some Harp Lager and Mulligan Stew. Have a great St. Patrick’s Day, see you back here first thing Sunday.
German sci-fi advertisement [Found here].
How to breakdown and reassemble a Willy’s Jeep in under four minutes. [via]
The Cleverlys’ bluegrass version of “Walk Like An Egyptian.” [via]
After the Cleverly’s drummer’s action, it’s only proper to post a video of clogging, aka, Bluegrass Flamenco. Both bluegrass and clogging are closely related to Irish reels and dancing, so…
Here’s Earl Scruggs with the seminal Irish band The Cheiftains. Nice blend, that.
Have a great weekend, folks, y’all be back here tomorrow.