Well there was a small turn out for the dancing but there was plenty gawkers out walking who were supposedly ‘just passing by’. Fair dues to Mary Gilhooley and Bridie Hartigan, they both had body painted bras and grass skirts and Johnny Fadden was all out in a goatskin lookin’ the dead spit of Tarzan. He had fierce roarin’ and leppin’ and was going around to the women shouting “Me Tarzan, you Jane, we make little Tarzan.”
He ended up going home the back road with Mary and Bridie and there was quare laughin’, roarin and moanin’ heard late into the night. Paddy Mulcahy’s herd of prize freisians broke out and Mike Fitzs’ bull did himself a bad injury when he tried to jump a barbed wire fence. Fair play to everyone who got involved in the dancing, there was a grand drop of rain on Sunday and Monday.
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