Funny

I found this piece on Planet Potato via The blog and I. What I thought was funny was the description of the type of man in question. I know a guy just like this down in our local in Cork. He never made it to the city though preferring to keep to the boreens in and around Mitchelstown where he owns a bit of land and a few head of cattle. (Rough Translation: He's fucking minted!!).

Anyway, PJ has recently moved to the area with his new bride. They got married in the summer last year and PJ decided he'd buy a house in our park while he was waiting for the home place to be built. "I'm not in any hurry, and besides I have a couple of chickens in the front rooom of the house up at the homeplace at the minute", he casually told me over a pint recently.

Anyway, myself and G met PJ in the pub the night after St. Stephen's night. I asked him how he got on over the Christmas.

"Mighty", he said.

G asked him, "Did you get anything nice for Christmas?"

He said, "Er, I got a couple of shirts and a jumper".

"Very nice", G said.

"What did ye get herself?" I asked.

"Er, we were in town there in November doing a bit of shopping for the Christmas and she wanted a box of perfume, so I got her that and gave it to her then", he said.

"Oh, lovely", says G.

"What else did you get her?" says G.

"What do ye mean what else did I get her?" says PJ, "Didn't I get her the perfume, first Christmas together, ye can't have her gettin used to too much or she'll always expect it".


As God is my witness, this was what PJ got his wife for their first Christmas together as Mr. & Mrs. PJ a box of perfume in November.