I can't remember my Grandad, his brothers or sister from Sligo ever being shy or bashful....polite treat others as you expect to be treated and if not feck em...Always a family party to remember...music, dance, laughter x
@@janet4021 Ha Ha Janet, excellent I bet that your dear Grandad, his brothers and sister from Sligo wild be very happy about you telling stories about their wild behavior and having the best of good times
@@davidkavanagh189my Grandad and his siblings weren't miserable or repressed quite the opposite...we could all be in the doldrums if we thought long enough. Cheer up mate. x
@@davidkavanagh189 No, I did not mean that, You should try not to be so negative and also reduce your anger and you will see and experience life in a much better and clearer way,. Before you go, take a good look at all the good, kind, and gentle people that you insulted in the short film, they are wearing bright and broad smiles, and even the dog was bouncing with happiness and smiling, Come try a little bit of happiness, it will do YOU the world of Good,. I wish you peace and happyness
I borrowed/ stole a rusty old bike with a slow puncher one late dark and frosty night, I travelled along long winding sand lonely country roads with potholes, spending along at the rate of 75 m.p.r. I was so flipping scared of ghosts catching me. I hid the bike in the hedges away from our home but the next evening I returned that battered old bone shaker back to where I had stolen it from, I refused to have the sin of theft on my young soul
I had my bike, an old Eska folding bike stolen from the front porch of my local church during 11 O clock mass on a Sunday morning. Would have been about 1978 or 79.
Formidable yet charming 😊
not one free loader to be seen
Hall's Pictorial Weekly in Oola, Co. Limerick, Ireland 1979. 19.20.24. The cat crossing the road.....
They don't have an iota how insane this country will become.
You don't have an iota of how insane it was back then. Take off the rose-tinted nostalgia glasses. People were miserable, cold, poor and repressed.
@@davidkavanagh189 'People were miserable, cold, poor and repressed' 😂 No they weren't and neither was I.
@@mikegan73 You were either very well off and/or have a bad memory so!
@@davidkavanagh189 Neither to both, neither rich nor poor like most people in the country, my memory is perfectly fine.
what a load of old shit
The lady poking the cameraman with her umbrella cracks me up
That is Dame Edna your Honor
Back when Irish people were shy, bashful and yet always smiling
I can't remember my Grandad, his brothers or sister from Sligo ever being shy or bashful....polite treat others as you expect to be treated and if not feck em...Always a family party to remember...music, dance, laughter x
@@janet4021 Ha Ha Janet, excellent I bet that your dear Grandad, his brothers and sister from Sligo wild be very happy about you telling stories about their wild behavior and having the best of good times
Miserable and repressed you mean. Dial back the nostalgia a notch
@@davidkavanagh189my Grandad and his siblings weren't miserable or repressed quite the opposite...we could all be in the doldrums if we thought long enough. Cheer up mate. x
@@davidkavanagh189 No, I did not mean that, You should try not to be so negative and also reduce your anger and you will see and experience life in a much better and clearer way,. Before you go, take a good look at all the good, kind, and gentle people that you insulted in the short film, they are wearing bright and broad smiles, and even the dog was bouncing with happiness and smiling, Come try a little bit of happiness, it will do YOU the world of Good,. I wish you peace and happyness
No free gaffs back then.
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Back when bikes were bikes and were never stolen
Dream on.. my bike was stolen back then from outside the post office. I was so pissed off. People think crime never existed. It always has...
I borrowed/ stole a rusty old bike with a slow puncher one late dark and frosty night, I travelled along long winding sand lonely country roads with potholes, spending along at the rate of 75 m.p.r. I was so flipping scared of ghosts catching me. I hid the bike in the hedges away from our home but the next evening I returned that battered old bone shaker back to where I had stolen it from, I refused to have the sin of theft on my young soul
I had my bike, an old Eska folding bike stolen from the front porch of my local church during 11 O clock mass on a Sunday morning. Would have been about 1978 or 79.
@@rudidedog243 twas the parish priest
@@Paulco67 twas the parish priest
Good auld days
Not as good as today!
They were good because we were younger then
Better than the previous generation, just like present day is better than then-as it should be in the natural order of things.
You can't go poking Go Pro's into random people's faces anymore. Good times.