Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Midsummur's Day 3000 - A Veree Speshul Day
Iv bin a littul bit borrd layclee an sumwun (hoo shalbee naymless) tolmee abowt bloggs, wer yoo ryt down dhe things dhat yoovbin dooin wijur day, an I thawt Id lyk too hav a go an maybee peepul wud lyk too reed it. Butt furst lett mee telyoo hoo I am an wawt I doo.
My naym is Galway Bart, hoo is wun awv dhe orijnal Galways. Ha ha, bechoo think dhis is spokun lyk dhe cowntee Galway, buttitsnawt. Dhe way too say dhe naym awv dhe cowntee is Gawlway, wyl my naym sownds lyk gal in dhose kowboy singin tings abowt wundurfull gals (buchoo kan kawl mee Gawlway fur handeeness iff it soochoo – see Im no stiklur an most peepul doo rownd heer). An tawkin awv gals plees not now dhat Im nawt mareed an am awlways willin too lissen too enneewun hoo has herd awv a nyss gerl fur mee. So aftur sayin dhiss I will telyoo abowt myself so yoo kan no wawt yoo arr tawkin abowt.
As I sed abuv, my fawdur waws a Galway, ded now unforchunaclee throo a seeryus errur awv myn, but I waws onlee lernin too dryv dhe traktur at dhe tym, an my muddur waws wun awv dhe faymus Wylds awv Konnimarra, awlso ded unforchunaclee throo anuddur errur awv myn by leevin dhe lid off dhe well wyl I waws still onnlee lernin. So I am an orfun reelee an troolee, but nawt a veree sad wun, beekaws lyf is too gud too bee sad ovur an I hav a nachurlee sunee disposishun.
Enneeway, I am a membur awv dhe fonee tryb awv Gawlway an ashoo kan see I ryt fonee verree well now dhat my spellin iss gettin bettur. Dhe fonees wer dhe furst Yrish peepul too embrayss dhe invaydur an too beekum morr Inglish dhan dhe Inglish dhemselvs, ass parrt awv dher stratijee awv taykin ovur Ingland, wich wee will doo enneeday now. Dher arr nawtso mennee awv us left in Yrland now an dher is konstint preshur furom dhe guvvurment too giv up owr way awv rytin, sayin dhat it iss verree harrd too reed an kawsus biggg problums fur Leevin Sert krekturs, butt wee onlee say too bad beekaws wee arr dhe orijnal fonees an wontbee ekstingwishd juss fur uddur peepuls konveenyunss.
Enneeway agen, my hobees arr nyoomrus. I traynspot evree day (three trayns a week go by dhe bak dorr awv my kottij, buchoo nevur no), bellring fur owr lokul presbitreen church, wer I am part awv dhe congragayshun (dhe uddur part is dhe rev) bekaws dhe katlik wun iss too farr too wawk too, klekt fayree rings, kownt dhe lokul sheep (hardir dhanyoo myt think – dhay doobee moovin arownd awl ovur dhe playss, dhe littul shyts), bild burd howses fur kookoos (too stop dhem anoyn dhe uddur burds), doo jigs an reels (speshlee owtside murfees pub wen dhers sumwun in dhe gents beforr mee, ha ha), an practiss my fonee spellin ass my kulchurl kontrabyooshun too sosytee. By dhe way I shud telyoo dhat in troo fonee I iss reelee Y, butt wee hav mayd dhiss smawl konseshun awv yoosin I insted too sho how brodmyndid wee arr. Biggggg klap, plees, ha ha.
I am awlso a bit awv an arrtisst, butt morr awv dhat laytur. Dhe impawrtunt ting now iss nawt too ofurwemyoo wid my verchoo-ossitee butt too mayk frends widhyoo awl. So plees doo lett mee no hooyoo arr an ask mee kweschuns iffyoo lyk or mayk komints or enneetin elss dhat is nawt pornagraffik (dhat iss, dusint beegin widh a pee, a kay orr an ezed). O, by dhway, I nevvur toljoo my ayj, wich iss fortee-pluss, wich meens ovur aytee yeers too go beeforr I kan think awv sloin down. Sumtyms I tyr myself owt juss thinkin abowt it. Its dhe jenetik inputt awv dhe Wylds awv Konnimarra dhat kawsus dhiss an mayks it verree harrd too sleep awlso. So Im rytin dhiss in dhe middul awv dhe nyt, wid Dawlee by my syd. O I havint toljoo abowt Dawlee yet, butt enuff iss enuff an morr toomorro. Gud nyt!
My naym is Galway Bart, hoo is wun awv dhe orijnal Galways. Ha ha, bechoo think dhis is spokun lyk dhe cowntee Galway, buttitsnawt. Dhe way too say dhe naym awv dhe cowntee is Gawlway, wyl my naym sownds lyk gal in dhose kowboy singin tings abowt wundurfull gals (buchoo kan kawl mee Gawlway fur handeeness iff it soochoo – see Im no stiklur an most peepul doo rownd heer). An tawkin awv gals plees not now dhat Im nawt mareed an am awlways willin too lissen too enneewun hoo has herd awv a nyss gerl fur mee. So aftur sayin dhiss I will telyoo abowt myself so yoo kan no wawt yoo arr tawkin abowt.
As I sed abuv, my fawdur waws a Galway, ded now unforchunaclee throo a seeryus errur awv myn, but I waws onlee lernin too dryv dhe traktur at dhe tym, an my muddur waws wun awv dhe faymus Wylds awv Konnimarra, awlso ded unforchunaclee throo anuddur errur awv myn by leevin dhe lid off dhe well wyl I waws still onnlee lernin. So I am an orfun reelee an troolee, but nawt a veree sad wun, beekaws lyf is too gud too bee sad ovur an I hav a nachurlee sunee disposishun.
Enneeway, I am a membur awv dhe fonee tryb awv Gawlway an ashoo kan see I ryt fonee verree well now dhat my spellin iss gettin bettur. Dhe fonees wer dhe furst Yrish peepul too embrayss dhe invaydur an too beekum morr Inglish dhan dhe Inglish dhemselvs, ass parrt awv dher stratijee awv taykin ovur Ingland, wich wee will doo enneeday now. Dher arr nawtso mennee awv us left in Yrland now an dher is konstint preshur furom dhe guvvurment too giv up owr way awv rytin, sayin dhat it iss verree harrd too reed an kawsus biggg problums fur Leevin Sert krekturs, butt wee onlee say too bad beekaws wee arr dhe orijnal fonees an wontbee ekstingwishd juss fur uddur peepuls konveenyunss.
Enneeway agen, my hobees arr nyoomrus. I traynspot evree day (three trayns a week go by dhe bak dorr awv my kottij, buchoo nevur no), bellring fur owr lokul presbitreen church, wer I am part awv dhe congragayshun (dhe uddur part is dhe rev) bekaws dhe katlik wun iss too farr too wawk too, klekt fayree rings, kownt dhe lokul sheep (hardir dhanyoo myt think – dhay doobee moovin arownd awl ovur dhe playss, dhe littul shyts), bild burd howses fur kookoos (too stop dhem anoyn dhe uddur burds), doo jigs an reels (speshlee owtside murfees pub wen dhers sumwun in dhe gents beforr mee, ha ha), an practiss my fonee spellin ass my kulchurl kontrabyooshun too sosytee. By dhe way I shud telyoo dhat in troo fonee I iss reelee Y, butt wee hav mayd dhiss smawl konseshun awv yoosin I insted too sho how brodmyndid wee arr. Biggggg klap, plees, ha ha.
I am awlso a bit awv an arrtisst, butt morr awv dhat laytur. Dhe impawrtunt ting now iss nawt too ofurwemyoo wid my verchoo-ossitee butt too mayk frends widhyoo awl. So plees doo lett mee no hooyoo arr an ask mee kweschuns iffyoo lyk or mayk komints or enneetin elss dhat is nawt pornagraffik (dhat iss, dusint beegin widh a pee, a kay orr an ezed). O, by dhway, I nevvur toljoo my ayj, wich iss fortee-pluss, wich meens ovur aytee yeers too go beeforr I kan think awv sloin down. Sumtyms I tyr myself owt juss thinkin abowt it. Its dhe jenetik inputt awv dhe Wylds awv Konnimarra dhat kawsus dhiss an mayks it verree harrd too sleep awlso. So Im rytin dhiss in dhe middul awv dhe nyt, wid Dawlee by my syd. O I havint toljoo abowt Dawlee yet, butt enuff iss enuff an morr toomorro. Gud nyt!
# posted by Galway Bart @ 7:48 pm 
