Comments on: Live History With PCB!

By: Pat

Pat — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 22:45:14 +0000

As writers surely we ‘re entitled to a bit of research?

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:44:10 +0000

Eryl, you’ll be glad you did.

Sniffly, I think everything that has ever happened was on Father Ted in one episode or another. The great human tapestry, with tea.

Bock, “Such are the ways of excessively fungal folk” I’m sure you could get an ointment for that, toots.

Sneezy, I once knew an Italian-Gaelicer with a huge bum. Ten Ton Thoiny he was called.

Conan, thanks for the warning. Comhairle nan Eilean are putting up a “Sorry, We’re Closed” sign at the ferry as we speak.

Vincent, Robert the Bruce, it was, in a cave with a spider. Your pal had a good line there. “No officer, I’m growing it as part of my cultural heritage, see.” They were defo on something, these ancient Celts. Too wasted most of the time to comb their hair or wash last night’s war-paint off.

Kim, eeeew! How come everybody but me has ’shroomed? I’m so gonna get some and then I’m so gonna go to Pat’s house, and then me and Pat are gonna shroom up a storm, a storm that storms purple rain and raspberry berets.

By: Kim Ayres

Kim Ayres — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 15:53:32 +0000

Experiments in my youth confirmed that the fungi of which you speak don’t taste that great. So my introduction to them came via shroom tea flavoured with an Earl Grey teabag. To this day I cannot taste nor smell Earl Grey without suffering a near flashback.

I also wanted to mention that around here, if you were to lie down in a cave, you would almost certainly find yourself on an unnatural mattress of toilet paper and used condoms

By: VincentH

VincentH — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:29:33 +0000

The Scot has a bit of a thing with spiders ?. I seem to remember a spider a barn and a King from someplace. Mind you it could have been about mushrooms. Once, while at O? Galliamh, had a conversation with a chap who made out that the old Celts had gr? for the mushrooms, hence the use of his garage as a huge Jamaican grow-bag. That he knew much of anything. Well, he was one of those you’ld not take the third light from his match, you’ld never know he might have a WW1 German sniper hanging around, he was the type.

By: Conan Drumm

Conan Drumm — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:42:14 +0000

Oh holy, mildewy claymore pots! Soiscealta na Hammadi, on Lewis! Dan Brown’s researchers are on their way.

By: Primal Sneeze

Primal Sneeze — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:42:25 +0000

Cnocstic Gospels did it for me. Then bilingual puns are always twice as funny as monolingual ones, though they're only 2/3 as funny as the trilingual variety and 1/4 ... Okay, I'll stop. Big Bum Boulder reminds me there is a back road near here favoured by the ladies of the village for their morning exercise*. It is known variously as Fat Arse Avenue, Big Bum Boulevard and (mistranslated as) B?thar na Th?in Ramhar. *A brisk walk or jog is required after you have taken the kids the 200m to school in your SUV and before you travel the 200m to the shops for the newspaper in your SUV.

By: Bock the Robber

Bock the Robber — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:49:22 +0000

Those little feckers brought the Chinese army to the banks of the Avoca a good number of years past. A tank regiment lurking behind the hedge as we waved farewell to a waxen bouncer would have remained hidden but for the leak of glowing, radioactive liquid onto the footpath.

Such are the ways of excessively fungal folk, but that was long ago and far away.

By: Sniffle&Cry

Sniffle&Cry — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:04:19 +0000

Can you ask your friend, was it a new world wine which was transfromed from the uisce at the Kana bash? And the hand in the wound thing, that’s a bit of gas and liver behind the tunic?

There’s an apopalyptic theme in the PCB pages of late, first the sheep and now the seamuses. You have news Sam, good news, it was all an ancient Father Ted sketch.

By: Eryl Shields

Eryl Shields — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 23:16:53 +0000

‘The Brokeback Fragments’ did it for me! However, tomorrow I am going to get me a Buttery Nipple.

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:07:36 +0000

Pat, I have never tried any but it would be excellent fun to try them with you. Apparantly, they’re pretty easy to find if you know what you’re looking for. The Aztecs called them “God’s flesh” so we could dress it up as just a more edgy holy communion service when the police come to arrest us. I’m sure we could get a vicar to attend as a cover. Vicars love hallucinogenic drugs with a nice drop of sherry.

Medbh, bum is a beautiful, word is it not? Two fulsome round consonants cleft by a guttural vowel Rarely do word and object combine so beautifully as in bum. BUM! BUM! Shout its majesty from the rooftops!

Kara, oh no, you’re not drinking the right drinks, m’darlin’!. Have you tried a Buttery Nipple? It’s butterscotch schnapps and Baileys. Or a miniature Guinness – Tia Maria and Baileys? There isn’t a Nashville mix in the world better than a Buttery Nipple.