Don't listen to him he's got that harsh Northern Ireland voice really brutal not lilting and musical soft Irish burr just pure violence

not true, i have a soothing deep and sexual voice but even if it was finngeans wake is beautiful as an act of violence on the english language so an apt tone i'd say
 

catalog

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So you would read the whole of finnegans wake and record it then send it me for £60? Sounds like a bargain tbh
 

catalog

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Tell you what I found funny about Ireland. No one says 'feck'. They all just say 'fuck' just like us, but then lengthen out the u into a long o, so it sits in the air longer and becomes very striking.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
Tell you what I found funny about Ireland. No one says 'feck'. They all just say 'fuck' just like us, but then lengthen out the u into a long o, so it sits in the air longer and becomes very striking.
In some parts of Ireland (I believe - yes, I got this from the internet, bear with me), "feck" means to steal or to throw, and the idea of using it as a pre-watershed euphemism for "fuck" comes largely from Father Ted.
 

catalog

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The other one I liked was on new years day morning after we'd been out til 5 and my mates mum said with a wink in her eye 'will you have a fry?'
 

catalog

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I've been twice, both amazing. First time we drove to Fishguard and got the ferry to rosslaire. We went to the ring of kerry and there was something depressing about all the little packs of soap in the B&Bs, the people seemed fed up of catering to the tourists.

Then we went to connemara and it was amazing, I loved it. Like my favourite bits of England but so much better. 10 miles of nothing, no changes. And so silent and dark.

We went tgo some out of the way pub and got talking to an incredibly drunk lad who lived in Cricklewood now and was visiting. He was mourning nit being able to see the sea in London.

The 2nd time my mate invited me to his house in donegal and we were there for nye.

We stopped in Belfast on way over to see all the murals. Bit on top we were getting followed but nothing serious just children.

In donegal, all the kids in the pub (which doubled as sweet shop) were calling me jayzus (I have long hair) . Then we went to ardara and I was doing drawings in the pubs of the session players and they were into it and bought me drinks.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I'm from South east England the home counties so I have no identity and no vibrant language to share only cynical irony and half hearted liberalism

Pity me for I am the living dead
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
But don't you see I have no language!

I inherited the language of my patrician forebears, I question not a whit of it
 

catalog

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“I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time.”
 

version

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My dad gave me a copy of this edition for my birthday one year,

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version

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I'm not into them, but it was a gift. I might buy a paperback at some point. I'd like to get this one,

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There's a Penguin edition with a shot from the Book of Kells on the cover I quite like too,

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