tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post111942199922028818..comments2024-02-23T13:00:04.071+00:00Comments on Kaliyuga Kronicles: Do you not have a saddle this size then, Ted?Vicus Scurrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-1119626574792853802005-06-24T16:22:00.000+01:002005-06-24T16:22:00.000+01:00Do you think he thought it was actually a horse? O...Do you think he thought it was actually a horse? Or .... a "Scary Duck". D'ye know - reckon he might, to be sure. Begorrah. Etc.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15749078367808883055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-1119517214363488382005-06-23T10:00:00.000+01:002005-06-23T10:00:00.000+01:00I speak up for the Irish. They have a way of sayin...I speak up for the Irish. They have a way of saying 'how ARE yer?' to total strangers that actually sounds as if they're seeking a reply. So much friendlier than 'hello' or 'hi'. <BR/><BR/>(I've been away ferawhoile, and my world is still rose-tinted)Mark Gamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07545146140967396307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-1119448891104637722005-06-22T15:01:00.000+01:002005-06-22T15:01:00.000+01:00When I first started living in Ireland five years ...When I first started living in Ireland five years ago my mate Foxy invited me to go with her to the National Ploughing Championships. Apparently it's one of the major sporting events of the year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com