Ocky.about 2 years ago,I gave serious consideration to selling me gaf,and moving to Gorey.her in doors wasn't having any of it ,so I had to kick it to touch.I still think it was a good idea though
Me Holiday in Gorey
Thirty Years ago I was working making gates and railings with me mate .We had a shed at the back of the house .It was the June bank holiday weekend and we had just got paid for a big job so we had money burning a hole in our pockets waiting to be spent .We were sitting at the Bar in Kellys when my Pals brother announced he was going down to his Caravan in Kilmuckredge and asked did we want to come ?Without thinking we said yes and jumped into his car and headed off to Wexford for the weekend .Me and me pal were wearing our work clothes .I was wearing black work boots and Jeans covered in Red Oxide paint and rust with matching jumper and Dirty shirt me pal was in matching uniform we were both scruffy .
We arrived in Kilmuckerage went into the Hydro and had a few pints .The Barman told us he would not serve us tomorrow if we didnt clean ourselves up .Next Day we headed into Gorey and into Frenches Pub on the main Road .There was a lovely Barmaid working there think she was German so I decided I would like to get to know her but I wasent dressed for the Occasion so I headed out on to the Main street and on Saturdays they have a Street Market with Stalls where you can Buy anything .I buy a New pair of Jeans a shirt Jocks and socks and new runners .Then I go into the Chemist get some razors and shampoo and head back into the pub and into the toilets I empty the money out of my pockets .I fill the sink with cold water wash me hair and have a shave and change my clothes .then I join me pals at the bar and start to try to strike up a conversation with the young barmaid but she has heard all my chat up lines before and is not interested .
The Manager storms into the Gents cursing and swearing ."Some vagrant has just used his toilet to dump his old rags. He put them in a black plastic bag and trows them out the back yard for the bin men during the week .Im telling him it could be a streaker or somebody a bit mad probably running up and down the road right now in the nude .He has a look out the front door and comes back into the pub .Im still trying to charm the young Barwoman but its not working .I always find if you can make someone laugh you have a better chance of striking up a conversation but its not working .
We then decide to go and get something to eat and as I stand up I realise my house keys are in the Pocket of my old Jeans .Now comes the Embarrassing bit I have to try get my keys back ,so I see if I can Jump the back wall but I cant so I have to call the Barman ."Excuse me sir "I say Do you remember earlier you said some vagrant had left dirty filthy old clothes in your toilet ,well I was wondering if by any chance he left my House keys in his pockets .He went out to the bin and came back with my bag of rags .He whispered something to the Barmaid and she just pointed at me and laughed .Never found out her name never went back
