General Chat

Shazza,

i woznee enebriated.........just reminissing


actually I was searching through "memory" and your thread came up,

Bob

Thanks, hortensis


That was my intent


it made me chuckle the first time I heard it :-D

I wonder if Bob has sobered up yet.

Happy Canada Day Sylvia, I shall remember CRAFT. It made me chuckle>

:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

:-D

I get the feeling I have no idea what Bob is going on about and wonder why he should resurrect a very old thread of mine to do it .

Do you ever get the feeling the past is catching up with you?? :-D

What?

Just been skype-ing........ catching up with news from wakefield

I Guess a late reminder, is better than no reminder,?


just listened to it...........interesting..... :-S

oooooooooooh


a definite CRAFT moment then :-D :-D

Good of Bob to remind me. I had forgotten I had forgotten that.

I like to call it a



CRAFT moment


Can't Remember A F*****g Thing


replace the *** with any letters that you prefer :-D :-D :-D

Senior moment?

ooops fort it was danny farrell singing.......

What?

I was looking for something entirely different

LOL You delete yours, I'll delete mine and it'll go back into the past...........

I suppose its marginally better than Danny O 'donnell

Do I need reminding that I forgot the name of Danny Farrell four years ago then?

reminder, for Sharron.......

nudge

That's the very one.Thank you very much.

I've had a little listen to Ronnie Drew on You Tube,now I feel better.

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
With his hand-me-downs and Welliers and his sandwiches of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full grown bitter man
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling people's clan

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic, they'd call him amadán - a fool
He was brilliant in the toss school by trading objects in the pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways had gone

I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the past
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer when he asked

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
Taking methylated spirits with some wino's on the quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man