Asking for directions in Ireland
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A while back I made a journey across Ireland (Dublin to a town near Galway), but I got lost and had to ask a bloke directions. When I asked him the way he said "no, you don't want to go there - go to my village".
When I eventually arrived in the town (can't remember the name) I was looking for a road called "The High Street". I asked another chap where this was and he said "Hard to know, they're all high around here".
You couldn't have scripted it - only in Ireland!
When I eventually arrived in the town (can't remember the name) I was looking for a road called "The High Street". I asked another chap where this was and he said "Hard to know, they're all high around here".
You couldn't have scripted it - only in Ireland!
Went to Ireland with my brother a couple of years ago and we stopped at a garage to get petrol. Bro says fill it up with unleaded.
The pump attended proceeds to fill the car up with 4 *.
When my brother notices and says to the guy I said unleaded. The reply comes back "It's ok that's Irish unleaded"
Priceless...
The pump attended proceeds to fill the car up with 4 *.
When my brother notices and says to the guy I said unleaded. The reply comes back "It's ok that's Irish unleaded"
Priceless...
.....You bad people......BE ADVISED...... We toured Ireland a few years back. I managed to ground the Chimaera on a mountain road and at the next gas station I stopped. It was a Daewoo dealership.
So the lead mechanic and four of his lads rush over.
Them: "Are you all right there. Would you mind if we took a look at the engine?"
Me: "Oh yes - go ahead, I'll pop the bonnet".
Them: "Jeez. Wouldya look at de size of tose exhaust manifolds!"
Me:
You got to love the Irish. Lovely, lovely people. They were concerned I was looking under the car for damage and would have done anything they could to help.
>> Edited by Don on Tuesday 8th February 20:46
So the lead mechanic and four of his lads rush over.
Them: "Are you all right there. Would you mind if we took a look at the engine?"
Me: "Oh yes - go ahead, I'll pop the bonnet".
Them: "Jeez. Wouldya look at de size of tose exhaust manifolds!"
Me:
You got to love the Irish. Lovely, lovely people. They were concerned I was looking under the car for damage and would have done anything they could to help.
>> Edited by Don on Tuesday 8th February 20:46
In taking delivery of a parcel a while back, I had the delivery driver on the phone trying to guide him in.
Now I know the surrounding area pretty well but the individual names of some of the cross roads, side roads and peoples houses leaves me lost.
He's saying "is your turning before Pat Ryan's, the one before Paddy Ryan's, opposite Maria Ryan's?" - wtf I'd no idea.
After eventually determining which direction he was coming from and then spending even more time trying to figure out how close he was I eventually give him the killer line 'It's the yellow cottage up that hill, with the big satellite dish outside'
'Ahh for sure he says, I know exactly where you be now, see you in 10 minutes'
Been said before, you gotta love em, so fiendly, so patient and generally will do anything in te world to help you out.
It's a different world over here.
best
Ex
Now I know the surrounding area pretty well but the individual names of some of the cross roads, side roads and peoples houses leaves me lost.
He's saying "is your turning before Pat Ryan's, the one before Paddy Ryan's, opposite Maria Ryan's?" - wtf I'd no idea.
After eventually determining which direction he was coming from and then spending even more time trying to figure out how close he was I eventually give him the killer line 'It's the yellow cottage up that hill, with the big satellite dish outside'
'Ahh for sure he says, I know exactly where you be now, see you in 10 minutes'
Been said before, you gotta love em, so fiendly, so patient and generally will do anything in te world to help you out.
It's a different world over here.
best
Ex
I think the Pope has other things on his mind at the moment.
I'd guess I'm the worst Irish Catholic ever born. I reckon I was the only person in the country who didn't go the Pope's Mass in Dublin's Phoenix Park back in 1979 (apart from my driving instructor - I took a driving lesson that day instead).
On a slightly boring note, there are very few "High Streets" in Ireland. The term "Main Street" (as in the US) is far more common.
>> Edited by Eric Mc on Wednesday 9th February 08:05
The Irish seem to have no concept of space or time, forgive me please, I am partly Irish but when they live in their own country all laws concerning topology (is that correct?) seem to go out the window.
Miles seem to have a different value depending upon which part of the country you visit and roadsigns can be quite ambiguous.
I raced in Ireland once. Quite a biggish event that started in Phoenix Park. The itinery said a few miles neutralised around Dublin (for the benefit of the crowd/shoppers) then a stage of 100 miles to Carrick -on- Suir. The convoy was led out by the race directors car with Jimmy McGee the journalist speaking over the tannoy thing.
We must have done about 4 laps of O Connell street and he must have been talking for a good halh hour non stop.
By the time we reached the de-neutralised start my computer had racked up 35 miles
Needless to say the finishing circuit at the stage end was bigger than expected and more laps were done than was stated. Stage total = 145 miles.
Be great in a car though
>> Edited by selmer on Wednesday 9th February 10:39
Miles seem to have a different value depending upon which part of the country you visit and roadsigns can be quite ambiguous.
I raced in Ireland once. Quite a biggish event that started in Phoenix Park. The itinery said a few miles neutralised around Dublin (for the benefit of the crowd/shoppers) then a stage of 100 miles to Carrick -on- Suir. The convoy was led out by the race directors car with Jimmy McGee the journalist speaking over the tannoy thing.
We must have done about 4 laps of O Connell street and he must have been talking for a good halh hour non stop.
By the time we reached the de-neutralised start my computer had racked up 35 miles
Needless to say the finishing circuit at the stage end was bigger than expected and more laps were done than was stated. Stage total = 145 miles.
Be great in a car though
>> Edited by selmer on Wednesday 9th February 10:39
A good few years ago I went to Mondello for a TVR race, before the days when the championship had it's own scrutiner.
Standing next to the scrutinering bay the chief scrutiner loudly proclaimed in that beautiful Irish lilt,
"Arr she be havin' a roll cage, kill switch works, an TVR's written on the engine – here’s yer ticket."
PMSL
Standing next to the scrutinering bay the chief scrutiner loudly proclaimed in that beautiful Irish lilt,
"Arr she be havin' a roll cage, kill switch works, an TVR's written on the engine – here’s yer ticket."
PMSL
on a more friendly note,a few years back i visited dublin with some mates.
at the hotel we asked at reception for a cab which was duly ordered.
as we were waiting outside,an elderly gent and his wife came out of the hotel and asked us what we were doing.
when we told him we were waiting for a cab he said stuff that and offered us a lift to where we were going which was in the opposite direction to where he was going!!
bearing in mind we were 3 big englishmen.
amazing hospitality and attitude!
at the hotel we asked at reception for a cab which was duly ordered.
as we were waiting outside,an elderly gent and his wife came out of the hotel and asked us what we were doing.
when we told him we were waiting for a cab he said stuff that and offered us a lift to where we were going which was in the opposite direction to where he was going!!
bearing in mind we were 3 big englishmen.
amazing hospitality and attitude!
iansull said:
on a more friendly note,a few years back i visited dublin with some mates.
at the hotel we asked at reception for a cab which was duly ordered.
as we were waiting outside,an elderly gent and his wife came out of the hotel and asked us what we were doing.
when we told him we were waiting for a cab he said stuff that and offered us a lift to where we were going which was in the opposite direction to where he was going!!
bearing in mind we were 3 big englishmen.
amazing hospitality and attitude!
You were lucky - he could have been "Provo"
srebbe64 said:
on a more friendly note,a few years back i visited dublin with some mates.
at the hotel we asked at reception for a cab which was duly ordered.
as we were waiting outside,an elderly gent and his wife came out of the hotel and asked us what we were doing.
when we told him we were waiting for a cab he said stuff that and offered us a lift to where we were going which was in the opposite direction to where he was going!!
bearing in mind we were 3 big englishmen.
amazing hospitality and attitude!
You were lucky - he could have been "Provo"
Or ex-Boyzone.....now that would be bad luck...
Reminds me of the old Tiger Woods story I was told, Whilst on a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The attendant at the pump greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who
the golfing pro is.
"Top of the mornin' to yerz, sir" says the attendant.
Tiger nods a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle.
As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dey den, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on de good earth are dey for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Feckin Jaysus", says the Irishman, "Dem boys at BMW tink of everything!"
the golfing pro is.
"Top of the mornin' to yerz, sir" says the attendant.
Tiger nods a quick "hello" and bends forward to pick up the nozzle.
As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are dey den, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on de good earth are dey for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Feckin Jaysus", says the Irishman, "Dem boys at BMW tink of everything!"
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