Bulldog
Posted in Blog by Twenty Major on September 3rd, 2008
No, not a waddling beast with a Bruce Springsteen jaw but the schoolyard/playground/backstreet game. When we were kids we used to play it all the time.
All but one kid lines up on one side of the road. One kid is in the middle. All the kids charge to the other side of the road. The one kid in the middle tries to stop you getting there. Soon there are two kids in the middle, then three, then four and the game becomes increasingly violent and difficult. Crossing to the other side is a true challenge. Forget climbing K2, running a marathon or listening to David Gray for more than 3 seconds, trying to reach the far side while there are other kids determined to beat, slap, pinch, tackle and throttle you is where its at.
The problem is that nowadays kids aren’t allowed play it in school in case they get injured and then sue the school or something. I know we can go on and on about political correctness and how things were better in our day but we only go on about it because it’s the truth.
I remember one day, as kids, when I found Dirty Dave slumped unconscious on the ground with a slightly worried Stinking Pete and not bothered at all Jimmy the Bollix standing over him.
“What happened here?”, I asked.
“Oh”, said Stinking Pete, “we discovered that if you take in a big deep breath, let it out, and then we push on your chest as hard as we can you pass out”
“Cool!”
I call that time, slumpy summer. Nowadays there’d be Childline and ISPCA and all kinds of counsellors involved if you were up to that kind of thing. Kids need to be kids. When they think ‘Hey, I wonder what happens if get a whole load of kids to lie down behind a ramp I made from a plank of wood and try and jump over them on my bike’, they need to be able to do that and land on Mark McKeown’s face and leave a great big welt and knock out two of his teeth with the pedal without censure.
Otherwise we’re going to end up with a load of kids like the ones around the corner whose mother made us take our shoes off when we came into the house and wouldn’t let them play Bulldog. They’re fucking pussies now and no use to anyone.
More Bulldog. That’s what the world needs.
I loved those schoolyard games like stick-in-the-mud and bulldog. Did you ever bite really hard on your little finger nails (for about 30 seconds), then hook your fingers together and pull really hard?
September 3rd, 2008 at 8:54 am
No, but I just did.
Ow.
September 3rd, 2008 at 8:56 am
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“Red Rover, Red Rover, we call Grover over”
Yes, yes, it rhymes, that’s hilarious but please pick someone else ‘cos I’m knackered.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:06 am
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‘Slumpy summer’. Thats good and made me laugh. I notice from your posts since you finished the book that you’ve been a bit tired (not a comment on the writing, just that the subjects were quieter than usual).
Looks like you are recovering nicely. I’m betting on a good spleen venting some day soon.
On the subject of game being banned by the Health and Safety crowd I’m fairly sure that its the insurance companies who are behind the reluctance of schools in the UK to allow kids be normal.
The insurance companies say its because society has become so litigious but I think that’s bollocks- its not beyond the wit of insurance companies to reinsure.
I’d get all parents to sign an activities and play waiver at the start of each term- kids have to be allowed to learn the hard way about knocks. Otherwise they grow up soft and shitty with a permanent little cough into a silk hanky and a pitiful look in the doctors surgey every second day and end up writing plays and dying in Dieppe.
Fuck knows no-one wants that.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:06 am
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I loved bulldog, although we called it “wall to wall” as there were walls either end of the schoolyard. In my (our) day, it was encouraged by teachers to play all that shit, now of course Little Timmy might break a nail or fracture a fucking eyelash…
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:24 am
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Ha, we called it British Bulldogs for some reason. Bulldog is cooler. There was also jiggy back fighting. We played that on grass but the hardened husband played it on tarmac. That’s Bray for ya.
You have to cultivate a certain amount of pansies though, so there’s balance, and beauty and sensitivity left in the world.
A surplus of rugby boys is not auspicious.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:24 am
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My kids played it through the summer and son does it in sport training. Remember “the great escape”, he and his pals practised that a couple of weeks back in a two foot diameter concrete pipe, 30 yards long and 12 foot under the tarmac road with torches. ( fat boy in front too ). Creeps me out thinking about .
Shit’s still happening Twenty.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:33 am
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“as there were walls either end of the schoolyard”
I think in borstal it is called an exercise yard not a schoolyard.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:39 am
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Otherwise they grow up soft and shitty with a permanent little cough into a silk hanky and a pitiful look in the doctors surgey every second day and end up writing plays and dying in Dieppe.
Fuck knows no-one wants that.
Hahahahaha..brilliant.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:51 am
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In NI the grown ups played it with slihtly different rules every July on the Garvaghy Road.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:53 am
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Hear, hear twenty!
How the feck else are you meant to get cool-looking scars as a kid.
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:55 am
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“Slumpy summer” Quality! Must persuade the close personal friend to try it when she gets home.
We used to play “the tripping up game” which consisted of between 3 and 10 people running around an average sized suburban garden aiming vicious kicks at the legs of their fellow competitors.
If I remember correctly there was no way to win. It just went on and on until everybody was called for dinner. Of course the bashing of heads and crashing of teeth against the garden wall was all part of the fun.
Adventure sports. Pah!
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:59 am
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they were small walls pp, I think you imagining they were huge says more of your youthful criminality… speaking of criminality, enjoy your pints on Friday.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:04 am
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We used to play Bulldog and Red Rover in P.E. Manhunt was always a good one too! That one wasn’t encouraged in school so much.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:08 am
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And: jumping off the shed… bow-n-arrows… splits (with the carving knife)… ‘accident’ … bicycle ‘jousting’… stone fights…
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:13 am
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Oh, I forgot… messing with wasps’ nests - it involved sticks and sprinting
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:20 am
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i agree that kids are too wussy these days, everything scares them and the parents are over-protective. i grew up on the rough side of sao paulo in brazil but my parents let me play outside with my friends, and i appreciate it. kids have to get hurt, it’s part of being a child!!!
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:23 am
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Queenio-I-O………
Who has the ball. Is he big or is he small…..?
etc etc
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:27 am
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testing
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:29 am
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We called it bullrush.
Oh, how I loved that game. I can’t remember what would happen at the end, but there was the inevitable call of ‘BUUUUULLLLLLRUUUSSHHHHHH’ and you would try and storm all those who were ‘it’ in the middle and get to the other side.
Was it the same on your guys’ side of the world?
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:30 am
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Kids like excitement and danger (excluding being part of Gary Glitters fan club) , we used to make rope swings over dangerous drops, climb , run and fall. Nowadays I think some parents think a risk assessment should be filled in and signed off by Health and Safety.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:30 am
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The most dangerous pursuit we had was known as ‘gat wars’ whereby one summer hostilities erupted with the kids from Measc (a slightly rougher estate beside us in Artane).
We would post sentries who would alert with that peculiar ‘weu weu’ call when an attack was imminent.
Cue rescuing gats (catapults for those outside Dublin) from hiding places in drains and bushes and much commando action.
Sweet way to waste a summer as a nipper.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:32 am
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“much commando action.”
I would think even in summertime no pants in Dublin would be very dangerous.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:33 am
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SG reminds me… being aged eight, bored and not asleep at 1am you’d open your window and fire a succession of marbles high into the night sky with the catapult. Oh what a racket they’d make, pelting down on the slate roofs…
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:36 am
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Man, shows what a nerd I am. Our game was one person standing at one kerb and everyone else at the other. The person would ask a question about a show and to answer everyone had to run up and run back and then shout the answer. It was called TV Programmes, and the challenge for us sedentary little fuckers with our inhalers and such was the running bit. And jiggy back fighting? We played wheelbarrow!
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:38 am
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We used to make peg guns out of the the edges of wodden bread trays,elastic bands and clothes pegs..it brought an actual danger element to Cowboys and Indians or War..
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:39 am
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It was called TV Programmes,
heh
CRAAAAAAAACKEEEEEEERJAAAAAAAAAAACK
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:39 am
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I think Tom Dunne is reading this. They are talking about the same thing.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:45 am
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testicity
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:46 am
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Snowballs with stones in them. Huzzah.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:48 am
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test-osterone
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:49 am
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Oh, we used to play TV programmes too. And kick the can. And relievio.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:49 am
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Tom Dunne - Get orf my laaaaaaand.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:50 am
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“Snowballs with stones in them. Huzzah.”
I got creased one time by a rock with a few mm’s of snow coating it. Had a lump the size of an egg on my forehead.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:50 am
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I remember 2 of us doing that chest squeeze deep breath thing at little break when I was in about 5th class in primary school. 2 of us took our deep breathes, exhaled and extended our arms so 2 other blokes could squuez our chests and let us down gently. Just as they were about to let us down the teacher wlaked on so the slippery cunts dropped us like hot potatoes. I was unconscious on the deck but my other mate wasn’t so lucky. He got dropped onto the corner of one of those poxy little tables. Ened up in Blanch hospital for the night.
Good times though.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:51 am
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Right, am I back? But now I’m out of time for commenting.
We called it British Bulldogs, I don’t know why. And we played jiggy back fights - but on the grass, the hardened husband was from Bray, and they played on tarmac.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:51 am
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Tom Dunne - Get orf my laaaaaaand.
ah,Farmer Palmer,and indeed the rest of Viz..
Does anyone remember a comic called Oink?
It was like Viz but without the bad language..
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:54 am
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What would have been the point of it then?
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:55 am
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Jiggy back fights ? Sounds a bit dubious to me Jo!
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:56 am
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The best thing about Tome Dunne is that he has (at least temporarily) rid the airwaves of those twin oxygen thieves, Orla Barry and Brenda Power…
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:56 am
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Well,i suppose it was for younger kids than Viz was.but the actual humour was quite cutting edge at the time.I read it for about 2 years..
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:57 am
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Oink sounds a bit like Krazy, a johnny-come-lately comic that appeared as I was finally getting over my extended Beano phase.
There was a lad called Pongo Snodgrass who had a big long pointy nose with a drip always hanging off the end of it. Bit of a copy of Plug from the Bash Street Kids, now that I think about it.
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:59 am
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I love Tom Dunne, the cheery little hobbit that he is.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:06 am
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I like Tom Dunne too but I turned on yesterday and thought ‘Do you get your hair cut in a salon or a barber?’ was a bit insipid for the first day.
Not as bad as Claire Byrne trying to flirt with him during the breakfast show though. Claire, if you’re reading this (and I know you are), leave it for the Christmas party.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:10 am
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Yep, british bulldogs, which eventually evolved into killer bulldogs. The difference here was that you had to pin someone’s two sholders to the ground before they were deemed to have been caught.
Many a crap v-neck school jumper was stretched to shit before everyone realised that it is virtually impossible to grab school shirts (hence the introduction of killer bulldogs).
Other legendary games of yore include curbs (kerbs?!) and the king of estate games, squares. There was always some wanker who claimed to have the rules of squares at home, and the game could only ever be played with a plastic football that had developed a wobble from all the games of kerbs that were played with it.
Squares was awesome, you just had to come from an estate that had the dodgy corrugated concrete roads divided in rectangles by tar lines (which you used to tear up in the summer when it was hot - remember hot summers?)
This nostalgia has made me sad, so I will revert to type and simply finish by saying you are all cunts. But in a nice way, mostly.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:10 am
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Is it raining in Dublin at the moment?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:11 am
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Tom Dunne is due to go head to head with Ray Darcy when he moves to Newstalk. Big bit about in last Sunday’s Culture.
Speaking of which, the movie reviewer’s name ‘Cosmo Landseman’, that’s a bit of a fucking cool name, n’est pas? Shame his reviews aren’t worth a shit, though they are well written.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:12 am
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Has he left ToadyFM then? Or has he been ‘lent’ by Denis O’Brien FM1 to Denis O’Brien FM2?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:12 am
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SG: yeah probably,i think it was about around 1984/85 if i remember..i hadnt even heard of viz at that stage.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:14 am
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Yeah, he’s left Today FM.
Cosmo Landesman mostly hates all films. I can dig that.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:16 am
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Maybe cos most of them are turgid formulaic shite?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:21 am
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I’ll miss his music prog, it was one of the few things worth listening to on the station which has no edge whatsoever. It’s an advertiser/sponsor’s paradise.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:22 am
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Dineens programme is excellent and on at a time that means he is not under pressure for ratings from sponsors..so can play music that is not dictated by the record labels..(Ray Fuckface Foley)
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:24 am
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Best Radio show was John Kelly’s Night Train on RTE1 in the evenings but the powers that be gated it.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:31 am
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Tom Dunne is Jackie Stewart’s son.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:34 am
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Cosmo Landseman gave Hellboy II five stars. He writes well, but five stars should really mean five stars and not ‘please turn to page 14 for interview with whatshisname Del Toro….’
Tom Doorley should stop writing restaurant reviews too. As soon as a reviewer gets too big they can’t really give an honest opinion. They should anonymise the practice somehow.
Wait, wait I think I just invented the internet.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:35 am
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Bashins! Another classic! Then tunnel bashins and penalty bashins. Twists on a classic.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:35 am
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If I remember rightly, ‘British’ Bulldog involved the guy in the middle calling one person to cross the divide. If that person made it, the rest could charge. Normal Bulldog’s Charge just involved everyone charging at the same time and was something akin to a riot in Soweto.
‘Chuck the Bottle was a fun one during lunchtime at school. It involved screwing the top of a small Fanta bottle really tight and fecking it at the nearest lad. He either caught it or got clobbered by it. I remember someone flinging it at a kid with a broken leg once. He had his crutches on at the time and it was like watching someone trying to catch a bullet with tweezers. The headmaster walked in just as the bottle slammed into the kid’s chest.
Are kid’s in Dublin still allowed to light unsupervised bonfires at Halloween?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:36 am
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Loved the Mystery Train, though apparently John Kelly is an absolute cunt to work for. Sometimes you could detect that in his treatment of whoever was producing / on the desk.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:36 am
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Further game of yore: combo. Headers and volleys with forfeits, usualy blasting the ball at some guy leaning against the wall.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:38 am
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Ah, yes, Mystery Train. That’s what I meant.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:46 am
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So is Bulldog a cousin of Red Rover? I broke my wrist playing RR once and got the game banned for the rest of ‘em!! Har de har.
A few of my school chums went through a public bulemic phase… lunchtime would see a whole load of girls with puke in their laps. They did the passing out thing too.
One kid was towed away by ambulance with liver failure but did she learn? Did she fuck.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:48 am
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Jumping off garage roofs. I think it was called ‘fucking stupid’.
I’m a bit pissed off no-one ever told me about the catapult and marbles and slate roofs. Now I feel like I’ve had a deprived childhood.
I could have lay in bed all night keeping the entire neighbourhood awake trembling with rage.
Bollocks anyway. Anyone know where a well preserved man in his early forties can buy a catapult and a 9 kilo bag of marbles?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:50 am
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Are kid’s in Dublin still allowed to light unsupervised bonfires at Halloween?
Depends on the neighbourhood.
And I remember forefits for heads and volleys. I can also remember belting the ball so hard and some bloke it smashed his head off the wall and he went off crying. I felt a bit bad.
As soon as a reviewer gets too big they can’t really give an honest opinion. They should anonymise the practice somehow.
I heard recently of one restaurant reviewer being treated to a slap up, no expense spared meal in the restaurant he was reviewing. Him and about 5 mates. There was also a connection between the publication and the chef so there was no chance of it being reviewed properly.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:51 am
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We used to have a game called ‘the hunt’. It involved the random naming of some unfortunate who was then chased down and battered by the rest of the school. Now that was a game!
‘TV Programmes’ sounds like a a shit game. If you’re standing on either side of a road just get a football and have a game of kerbs instead.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:55 am
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Catapults
No idea about marbles though. Toy shops, I suppose. There was one out by Stillorgan bowling alley that used to sell all kinds of cool steelies and gullies.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:55 am
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Just remembered a few other games:
Slaps
Mercy
Knuckles
All involved use of the hands and a lot of pain.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:56 am
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One kid was towed away by ambulance with liver failure but did she learn? Did she fuck.
haha. Is her liver still failing?
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:57 am
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You don’t buy a gat, you make it…
Wire clothes hanger. Clip off the curly, twisty bit.
Bend the rest of it into a gat shape. Wrap loads of electrical tape to lock the handle into shape.
Small turn of the upper pointy bits to make a loop for elastics. Good pliers work required.
String thick elastics together (x 2).
Get and old belt. Cut off a small section that has 2 holes near the edges. Run the elastics through.
Sorted.
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:59 am
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Slaps was a great game. There was a nameless one at school where a little kid was pressed against a wall with a desk until he pissed himself. That replaced “roasting” - holding a first year against a radiator until he cried.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:00 pm
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Knuckles, with the ruler, right?
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:00 pm
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Ah, ’steelies’ and ‘gullies’, I don’t think they sell them in that shop anymore. Ordinary marbles can be got most places. Try Smyths for a big net bag of them.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:02 pm
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SG, did you ever try making a double launcher with a forked stick and a pair of swimming goggles? Fun times.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:06 pm
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well Steelies were ballbarings so where ever you can get them from,mechanics suppliers..or aldi maybe?
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:06 pm
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Har- ta for the advice and link. I’ve just nicked £6.19 from de mudder’s purse and I’ll have the Black Shadow from e-bay when she’s out later.
In the meantime, thanks SG for the construction tips. That’ll do me until the post brings the Black Shadow.
Do you reckon the makers of the Black Shadow know what their product will be used for? Its perfectly named. One last problem- when I’m lying in bed, still in my well-preserved early forties and Batman jammies and stoned senseless will I remember to open the window?
I’ve been a keen interweb user for many a year and can now say hand on heart that it does give good advice.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:15 pm
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Tunnel “Bashins” or “heads and vollies” was the best. When the loser had to crawl through the tunnel i.e everyone lined up who was playing with their legs open in a row and get lumps knocked out of them on their journey.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:17 pm
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“Knuckles, with the ruler, right?”
Deck of cards for us.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:23 pm
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Ruler was used to give a ‘rasher’. The very tip of the ruler was whipped across an arse cheek.
Hugely painful.
Funny, though.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:28 pm
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Especially when there was always one cunt with a metal edged ruler.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:31 pm
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Those triangular toblerone shaped rulers were lethal weapons too
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:40 pm
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I have a metal edged Velos 145 ruler on my desk at work for keeping order among the minions and ruffians.
It has Imperial measurements on it and no metric measurements. It says ‘Made in England’ on it and its travelled with me during my career.
No one touches the Velos. Touching it without my being present is a sackable offense. I heard a rumour its called the CuntAdjuster.
I’ll not gainsay that description.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:44 pm
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I used to like making tiny arrows with the flugelbinder from the end of my shoelace with a pin passed through it and the lacy part flared out to make a nice “flight”. This was blown through an empty bic biro to great effect and could easily pierce a school uniform from yards away.
He shoots, he’s sore.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:47 pm
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flugelbinder - so that’s what it’s called.
i am in your debt, sir.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:50 pm
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Ooh, you hoaxster…
“Flugelbinder”, however you choose to spell it, is NOT the correct name for a shoelace tip (which is actually called an aglet).
This fictitious addition to the English language seems to have originated in the 1988 movie “Cocktail”, during a discussion about the ordinary objects that can turn their inventors into millionaires.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:51 pm
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Jesus- I missed out on loads. First the midnight catapult and now the flugelbinder arrow.
I’m having words with the parents. And then, the shoe-cupboard.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:51 pm
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Ian’s Shoelace Site - Bringing you the fun, fashion & science of shoelaces…
hahaha
http://www.fieggen.com/shoelace/faq.htm
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:52 pm
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Knuckles: a little like slaps but you were fist to fist.One person “serves” bytrying to rap the other persons knuckle, You won serve if someone tried to knuckle you but missed. Also, if you flinched you had to take a freebie knuckle
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:55 pm
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Rulers and arse cheeks and torturing small boys is it? Ahh, yes. It explains a lot.
Is Tom Dunne doing his music show on Newstalk? More info please! Has he started? God, I’m out of the loop.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:00 pm
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He’s doing his talk show on Newsmusic
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:02 pm
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He took a parachute, and jumped. Listened a bit earlier, needs a good team to liven it up.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:09 pm
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cant find tom dunne on any station??
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:20 pm
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thanks guys I now have that bitch Joan burton speaking from somewhere within my PC to some newstalker, and I cant turn it off…
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:24 pm
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Bring back the old games I say. I dunno when I last had a game of dares/spin the bottle.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:37 pm
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Where’s Monkey Nuts? I’m gettin’ bored. And I’ve found those old underpants he wanted.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:46 pm
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Batty ‘I’m Inbred and Dim’ O’Sullivan asked; Where’s Monkey Nuts?
I think you’ll find most supermarkets and grocers will be getting them in soon. Halloween is just ’round the corner.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:53 pm
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Maggot, the ‘roasting’ game made me laugh out loud, wish I’d known about it back in the day.
And all this talk of ‘black shadows’ on e-bay?? No mate, it was black WIDOWS. The major knackers had diablos and then the cream of the crop weapon was the pro-diablo (It had targeters). Thank God for army bargains is all I can say, where else could a young fella buy a balaclava?
Now, if anyone feels like marvelling at just how frivolous and shit one human being presenter can be, Sean Moncrieff will be on Newstalk shortly. And while we’re taking shots at Newstalk presenters, god bless Orla Barry but she’s one rough looking munter.
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:56 pm
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You live around the corner from Halloween? Where’s that? Just up the road from Christmas?
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:56 pm
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For giggles, though this likely to test Twenty’s limits…
http://www.fettemama.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/76096pikasshl9.jpg
http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/5986/palinqueenue8.jpg
September 3rd, 2008 at 1:57 pm
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That’s a bloody sophisticated game for children.
Round here we played one called “lets beat the shit outta each other”
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:00 pm
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I’m off now to join up with about 200 beautiful women of all different nationalities, as we partake in that most underestimated daily ritual, the ‘Collecting of the kids from school.’
There’s some fine looking ones this year! Well gamey too, if you ask me.
But I would say that.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:00 pm
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Anyone except Monkey Nuts found an old knacker’s Mister Whippy next to a toilet bowl recently?
Its not an insult, MN, and there’s no need to be ashamed of living on a halting site. Not these days.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:00 pm
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MMN - Sick but hilarious..
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:03 pm
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Monkey Balls: I’m off now to join up with about 200 beautiful women of all different nationalities, as we partake in that most underestimated daily ritual, the ‘Collecting of the kids from school.’
Unless you are actually a parent of one of those kids I’d leave it, MN.
MN: There’s some fine looking ones this year! Well gamey too, if you ask me. But I would say that.
Mothers or children?
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:03 pm
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Bless MB and his beer goggles and hormones.
Only he could see a gang of jaded oul’ fatties in tracksuits picking up kids from a school in Tallaght as being an experience akin to “200 beautiful women of all different nationalities”
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:14 pm
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MMN- that was a provoking post. Assuming it hasn’t been photoshopped (prbly not wise to assume anything)why do people in America bring guns to the swiiming pool? Do they have outdoors swimming pools in Alaska? What is a god-fearing mother-of-five (or 4 depending on what you read) doing in underwear in mixed fabrics within a cubit of a man who doesn’t look like the big beardy guy who is her husband (see Leviticus).
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:17 pm
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SG, I used to live in Tallaght and tracksuits are out, cheap satin pyjamas are in.
Jo - The Tom Dunne Show (Weekdays 9-12, Newstalk 106) has a few musical interludes. I like Dunne too, not sure this is his format, but as I said, I am grateful to not have to listen to the mental vaccuums that used to inhabit that timeslot
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:18 pm
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The school collection point is a well established fashionistas sub-culture.
To the untrained eye this is simply some well groomed 20 and 30 somethings collecting their darlings but it is a vicious competetive environment awash with Ugg boots, SUVs, DKNY sweats and even tiny dogs.
It is Irelands desperate housewives stomping ground and all the little Oisins and Evas are unwitting accessories.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:20 pm
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Pat, there’s not many SUVs etc in Tallaght collecting kids, the dealers all drive them.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:23 pm
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“SG, I used to live in Tallaght and tracksuits are out, cheap satin pyjamas are in.”
Welll, I’m a northsider where we cherish traditional values.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:25 pm
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Grover, I heard that the pyjama wearing inner city folk don’t actually sleep in them. They are purely fashion items. Is this true?
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:27 pm
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What am I? Fucking Columbo? Just laugh at it you fucking spa.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:29 pm
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I wouldn’t know, Mr. Leeroy. I am not from the inner city nor do I associate with such folk.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:37 pm
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“Spa” hahaha
Nearly as good as SpaHole
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:39 pm
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I shall grab my bowler hat, umbrella, silk bath robe and ask one them in my finest faux-foxrock accent. We shall soon find out.
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:39 pm
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Its not fashion,its just pure lazyness although some would like to dress it up as a fashion trend because there were pics published of Britnee going to the shops in her PJ’s,she was on crystal meth at the time though..
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:39 pm
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“I shall grab my bowler hat, umbrella, silk bath robe and ask one them in my finest faux-foxrock accent. We shall soon find out.”
Probably best to start with “You there.”
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:41 pm
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Is it not a daytime uniform for hookers?
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:42 pm
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“Probably best to start with “You there.”
perfect Grover, ……..”you there, yes you with the scowl on your face. Are you poor? excellent, now answer me this”?
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:46 pm
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