Many lost the run of themselves during the excesses of the Celtic Tiger.Not our man though.At eighty he had seen it all,graduating from doing it at the windward side of a ditch all the way to the flush toilet.
Over drink he said to me."Do you know that no woman cooks a Sunday dinner nowadays."It's to an ating house or a lounge bar they go for lunch."."Too true "said I."Big change in the times "said he."Years ago you went out to ..ite and in to ate,now they go out to ate and in to ..ite".You're right said I.
On which tasteless subject a very honest friend of mine had this to say on doing it al fresco."When we were young the place to make the lodgement was a ditch about fifty yards from our back door.Me mother kept hens and they wouldn't be too well fed.As soon as you went out the back door at any odd time they would have you set.You would have to advance with a dock leave in one hand and a stick in the other or they would pick the .ole off you."
Tough times .
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