GET INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT #5
I’m kinda cheating with today’s Christmas Spirit video, because I’m using two videos. If you’re not Irish (and of a certain age) you won’t have seen the first one, which was a long-running ad for the Irish electricity company back in the eighties. It always gives me goose bumps, because for the four years I was away at college, that was ME getting off the train from Dublin, being met by my Dad and being driven to our family home.
Oh dear, I appear to have something in my eye… hang on…
The second one is a joke version of the first one and it cracks me up every time I see it.
On the LSH’s advice, I’ve decided to include a translation for all non-Irish readers. I know one or two of you found the turkeys a little difficult to understand!
Alan: I’m back, Dad!
Dad: Hooray! How are you, son? Are you long on the train?
Alan: Nine hours. How’s Mam?
Dad: Herself? She’s gone clean mad for the electricity now. We’ve the lights and the kettle on day and night and that f*cking washing machine never stops at all, I can’t get a wink of sleep!
(Alan: My hair is so lovely the way it goes off to the side there. Oh, I hope I don’t have to have a bath now when I go home.)
(Mam: Right, I’ll get the Manchester United towel out now for Alan’s bath and the immersion on.)
(Alan: I know, I’ll tell Mam I had a bath on the train, that’ll be gas. Hope she puts on the electric blanket now, UP TO NINETY!)
Alan: Will Mam have the blanket on, Dad?
Dad: She will of course. And the feckin’ lamp.
(Mam: Oh, he’d lovely hair when he was younger, I hope he hasn’t it cut short now, ‘tis lovely long. God, I’d better turn down the heat a bit or Frankie’ll kill me!)
Dad: Do they have phone boxes over in Australia now? They do, I suppose.
(Alan: I love cabbage.)
(Mam: A bit of cabbage now will be lovely.)
Dad: The ould town is gone to shit now altogether, you can’t get a good pint in town anymore.
(Mam: Where did I put the brown bread? Ah, I’m gone doddery!)
Dad: See the lights of the hotel? You’d swear t’was Las Vegas we were in! Right, here we are. Christ, she has every light on again.
Mam: Hello, son. God, you’re looking great. Go straight up now and have a bath. I’ve the immersion on above. Good man yourself. I’ll be up to wash your hair in a minute.
Alan: I can wash my own hair now, Mam.
Dad: You can in your hole, get up now out of that!
I’m dedicating today’s post to Margaret over at A Year in Redwood. I found Margaret’s blog via Blog Awards Ireland, and we
stalk check out each others posts regularly ever since. She blogs about her life since she left Dublin to live on a farm/B&B in the wilds of North Tipperary – check her out! Wouldn’t it be a nice place to stay?