Fact
is, furthermore, that only last midnight Flanny, Tetrapilotomos and I
as well as a certain chap who asked to remain incognito met in, at and
around Seanhenge,
having some pints of plain and, of course, at one stage of our vivid
conversation Flann would raise his voice and not only enjoy our ears,
hearts and grey cells but animate the rami zygomatici and rami buccales
of nervus facialis to massively innervate our musculi risorii by
declaiming following legendary dialogue:
- The Plain People of Ireland: Isn't the German very like the Irish? Very guttural and so on?
- Myself: Yes.
- The Plain People of Ireland: People say that the German language and the Irish language is very guttural tongues.
- Myself: Yes.
- The Plain People of Ireland: The sounds is all guttural do you understand.
- Myself. Yes.
- The Plain People of Ireland: Very guttural languages the pair of them the Gaelic and the German.
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And now - although it is most unlikely they exist - to all those who happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.
Scots are quite guttural, as are Scotts and QuiScotties. This Scott has never read Flann O'Brien; but then I have never read a lot of other good stuff too, obviously. I have drunk plenty of Guinness though, although not one drop of "Plain".
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When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
When money's tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
In time of trouble and lousy strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.
A'd go fur a jug o' Old Jock masel, or a Punk IPA
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