Sunday afternoon
The Back Room, Ryan’s Bar, Friary Street, County Kilkenny
Johnny Keenan (he’s on the telly!) writes:
A brief ceremony to honour the life of Dara Quigley, the music of The Stone Roses, and to celebrate the resurrection of 468,421 non-religious people in the Republic of Ireland (Census 2016)…
Fight!
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Spelling, dearest, spelling..
That’s a lot of non regilous (whatever that might be)……..
Losing my regilion
Loosing my regilion.
*faints*
Logos.
that’s me in the coroner..
Fair play Johnny…. I couldn’t bring myself to hate it, no matter how I tried ;)
I’ll have a watch later with the volume up… Fair play again!
Wasn’t expecting that, fair play Johnny
RIP
fair play, johnny
Thanks lads. Sponatneity
Spontaneity gives the energy to fuel creativity. Usually it passes me by and then it’s procrastination. Recently I’ve decided to carpe diem. I’m not really bothered what people think at this stage. As long as I try to do something positive I can say I made an effort. It’s really nice to get some support though from Clampers and Brother Barnabas. The high echelon of Broadsheet.
Nice tribute in a super spot but what is the ‘non-regilous’?
Hey Spaghetti!
According to the census of 2016. 468,421 citizens ticked the box to say they were non-religious.
I wanted to highlight this fact with a celebration of a Dance On.
Oh I know that, Johnny, good lad. And quite a number it is.
But spelling it so incorrectly does not help the cause.
…always had you down as a Pastafarian Hoop…
Nice to see I’m not the worst dancer in Ireland.
I am, and always have been, a huge fan of:
Jump to the left, shimmy-clap
Jump to the right, shimmy-clap
Sometimes the jumps get a bit wobbly due to too much booze but I cunningly incorporate that into the dance so absolutely nobody notices.
Balls. That was in reply to B-Dawg.
I dance from the knees up, with the occasional double handclap, kinda like George Michael God rest him.
HA! Double handclap by the side of your face, you mean?
With my Choose Life t-shirt glowing in the UV lighting :)
Poor ole Seoirse Micheál.
We may have been separated at birth, andy – I have almost the very same dance: known affectionately around my parts as the Brother Bop. Only difference is mine has evolved to incorporate a third, in-the-middle stage in which I fix a slightly-demented-looking stare at the prettiest lady in the room and give a fairly elaborate pelvic thrust with my tongue protruding ever so slightly out of the left side of my mouth. It goes down well at weddings, especially.