Gaeltacht oh-five pics

As I typed up a while ago the Gaeltacht happened again. For like, the fourth time. I mean jesus give it a rest already, right? No. Of course there was general messing and good times were had but nothing that matches the previous years' shennanigans. A pity too but hardly surprising what with everyone pulling out faster than Clenny on a Friday night out in his favourite ho-bag. On top of this penultimate betrayal comes the ultimate betrayal -- Gorms fucking off to Germany with Matthew to...help...the less fortunate *shudders* instead of going to the Jee-Tee. Liek omg WTF!?1! I'm sure they had a grand old time eating German sausage and dancing in the funny manner of good ol' Fritz. To be honest I don't mind Germania itself, just the stupid scum who decide that 'helping others' is more important than the craic at the Gaeltacht. Pah! What do they know!?

Cibé ar bith (see you can learn Irish even if you're crap) heres the pictures some people might have wanted. Namely Jo who, amazingly, is just about the only person aside from Lavery to visit this site more than once, racking up an amazing total of at least two hits! The mind boggles! Anyways here they be.

Tám Tabac

Like last year a considerable amount of time was spent smoking. Because of the basic lack of other entertainment if for any reason at all. I abstained this year, having thoroughly FUBAR-ed my lungs enough last year and from 17 consecutive years of living with tabacco demons as parents. I'll not say who was smoking but it certainly wasn't Jack and it certainly wasn't Baxter. And they certainly didn't get banned from smoking outside the house because Jacko tried to get away with puffing the magic dragon out the bedroom window and was subsequently caught. No, sireee they certainly did not.

Those of you with any basic grasp of irony will have by now realised the true implication of my words.

Out of Work

The IRA declaring an end to their mischievous ways was somewhat disregarded at the gaeltacht. I myself thought it was Britisher propaganda put out by the man in an attempt to hinder our holy and righteous Republican learning. Of course it wasn't and apparently they really were giving up...buncha quitters. Anyhoo, some people thought it might be fun to parody this. And of course to parody other events which occurred at our precious Gaeltacht a long, long time ago...

Once upon a time there lived a few young Saint Colmans College boys. They went to the gaeltacht to learn some of their favourite language: Gaelige. Little did they know that there were other boys at the Gaeltacht with more devious plans. One night, at the fancy dress dance, or Ceili as they had come to call it, a whole house of boys dressed up as the Irish Republican Army. Everyone was wow-ed! By gosh, were they the stars of the night! Such patriotic heroes! But the fun didn't stop there, oh no. Twas a fair sight to see the boys stopping cars and pretending to the drivers to be actual IRA men. These bright young stars of Ireland were then approached by the guard and were thrown out of the Gaeltacht. Well, now the young St. Colmans boys had much to say about it to family and freinds all over Ireland! That such a travesty had occurred in our fair country! Those poor young patriots can't even dress up as our nations heroes, by Holy God and his Son and his Holy Mother by Jesus! Well gosh, darn, golly those youngsters got an awful tounge-lashing from the Garda and from the Masters of Colaiste Mhuire so that such a tale could never again be told...

...Until now. Actually aye all that guff happened and I apologise for the digression but back-story was needed for you to understand the significance of this modern day satire pulled by Burns and Sammy, rather cleverly, replacing the fake guns of yore with a cardboard sign that read "Out of Work. Will drop trousers for two Euro fifty." And there strolled again the patriotic sons of Ireland for the last time...

Christ, what a pile of sentimental, nostalgic wank.

Fuck, that's some rough toothpaste

Gee, what could that be Baxter is swigging? Well only the finest most matured and smooth toothpaste there is! Sure why else would he be drinking it from the lid of toothpaste? Now what was that particular brand called again...let's see....Dondalgon! That was it! Ah, good times

Some normal pics of Jack and Baxter

Caption Contest

While it isn't obvious from the picture Baxter is actually calling me a dick right here. Such was his compulsion to insult me he did it on a regular basis. Usually after I refused to smoke whence he would often retort "Caldwell don't be a wee fuckin girl! Dickheaaad" or something like that. After all, Baxter was one of the cool kids now. He couldn't exactly compliment me now could he?

Thus concludes, yet again, for probably the final time, the events and moments captured at the Gaeltacht. This being the year of our Lord, two thousand and five. Amen.