Longford County Jokes
Letter from a Longford kid to Mum and Dad.
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell big brothers Sean, Paddy and Mick that the
Army is better than working on the farm - tell them to get into the Army
quick before the jobs are all gone.
I was a bit slow in settling down at first, because you don't get outta bed
until 6am. I like sleeping in now, but all you do before brekky is make
your bed and shine your boots and clean your uniform. No cows to milk, no
calves to feed, no feed to stack---nothing.
Men must shave, but its not so bad, coz there's hot water and a light to
see what ya doing. Breakfast has cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no
fillet steaks or sausages. You don't get fed again until noon, and by that
time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march',
just like walking to the well in the meadow.
This will kill Sean and Paddy with laughter. I keep getting medals for
shooting - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody bull's head and it
doesn't move and its not firing back at you like the Murphys did when our
bull got their cow pregnant before the Granard show. All you gotta do
is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - piece of piss. You don't
even load your own cartridges - they comes in boxes and you don't have to
steady yourself against the rollbar of the tractor when you reload.
Then you gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz
they break easy - it's not like fighting with Sean, Paddy, Mick and all the
other local fellas all at once like we do.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the
platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this guy from Dublin - he's 6
foot 8 and 120 kilos and I'm 5 foot six and 65 kilos, but I fought to the
end. I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word
gets around how good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Christine.
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Get Me To The Match On Time!The Longford footballers had their patience well and truly tested in 2001. Forty minutes before their big day out against Dublin in Croke Park there was no sign of the team bus. Luckily they thumbed a lift off the Na Fianna Camogie team. When they arrived at Croker, kit on shoulders, security asked them some harsh questions. Bizarrely a mere six days later in the qualifier series against Wicklow they were again stranded. At the team hotel the panel waited out front while the bus waited out back. Again they lost.
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell big brothers Sean, Paddy and Mick that the
Army is better than working on the farm - tell them to get into the Army
quick before the jobs are all gone.
I was a bit slow in settling down at first, because you don't get outta bed
until 6am. I like sleeping in now, but all you do before brekky is make
your bed and shine your boots and clean your uniform. No cows to milk, no
calves to feed, no feed to stack---nothing.
Men must shave, but its not so bad, coz there's hot water and a light to
see what ya doing. Breakfast has cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no
fillet steaks or sausages. You don't get fed again until noon, and by that
time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march',
just like walking to the well in the meadow.
This will kill Sean and Paddy with laughter. I keep getting medals for
shooting - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody bull's head and it
doesn't move and its not firing back at you like the Murphys did when our
bull got their cow pregnant before the Granard show. All you gotta do
is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - piece of piss. You don't
even load your own cartridges - they comes in boxes and you don't have to
steady yourself against the rollbar of the tractor when you reload.
Then you gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz
they break easy - it's not like fighting with Sean, Paddy, Mick and all the
other local fellas all at once like we do.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the
platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this guy from Dublin - he's 6
foot 8 and 120 kilos and I'm 5 foot six and 65 kilos, but I fought to the
end. I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word
gets around how good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Christine.
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Get Me To The Match On Time!The Longford footballers had their patience well and truly tested in 2001. Forty minutes before their big day out against Dublin in Croke Park there was no sign of the team bus. Luckily they thumbed a lift off the Na Fianna Camogie team. When they arrived at Croker, kit on shoulders, security asked them some harsh questions. Bizarrely a mere six days later in the qualifier series against Wicklow they were again stranded. At the team hotel the panel waited out front while the bus waited out back. Again they lost.
Labels: Championship, Cumann Luthcleas Gael, Football, GAA, Gaelic Athletic Association, humour, Hurling, Jokes, Michael Cusack, Micheál Ó Muircheartaigh, The Sunday Game, Up for the Match
