We’ve been robbed :(
Bad news I’m afraid, we got mugged last night. Just metres from home three guys ran at us from behind and next thing we new I had a big kitchen knife to my chest and the were russleing through our pockets. They got my watch and Marianne’s lose change but it was pretty mad and thankfully no-one got hurt especially as the muggers were totally nervous and amateurish. Afterwards the police came and ‘cos in Spanish I always confuse my cutlery I told the police “Its a guy in a red jacket with a big kitchen spoon!”. I only hope they bring anyone matching that description in for interrogation.
Yeah but we’re now and we just have to file a report with the Police as pointless as it will be.
November 27th, 2006 at 4:21 pm
Ah here now Ciaran, you’re giving us much too much mileage, in fairness.
After being robbed with a spoon, you danced by the light of the moon, I presume?
Passports still in your possession, I hope?
Concerned, Cork.
November 27th, 2006 at 4:34 pm
Kinda like the time Dave and I got mugged on the Lagan toepath….. they let me keep my sim card, which was nice. I’d just got the phone and wasn’t entirley sure how to get the sim out of the phone, but they waited while I fumbled around with it for about 5 minutes.
Dave cried…
November 27th, 2006 at 6:15 pm
Commiserations my friend, but at least no-one was hurt, and the feckers got no more than a watch and some change. Speaking of nervous and amateurish halfwits, did you hear what happened at Stormount last week?
November 27th, 2006 at 7:17 pm
HOPE THEY GET SCOOPED !
November 28th, 2006 at 1:24 am
feck, am sorry to hear about that bunch of low down stinkin’ mean feckers.
However if throughout your life all you ever lose is money you’ll not be badly off.
Apologies what a useless addition to heal the sores of pilfered ones.
now for a meaningful contribution:
a dublin pgce girl’s brother is walking back home after working in the bar in new york.
he sees police cars and sirens near his flat and is shocked.
he looks more closely and sees a bunch of black fellas picking themsleves up of the street being questioned.
he finds it strange and walks on home,
he discovers a large contingent of lads in the house talking about how stevie had been badly mugged just shortly before.
turns out that stevie arrived home after losing all his money and getting a hammering covered in blood,
asked who it was he replies something about a bunch of black fellas jumping him,
the lads are fecked off big style so gather up 15 boyos and head out,
the first group of black fellas they meet they proceed to hammer into the ground
your girls brother then remembers overhearing ‘yea man, and then this bunch o guys came outta nowhere and beat us with huge wooden spoons’
always carry a hurl Marianne
take care of yourselves, how is the teaching going?
have been doing some class printing in school recently, oh yea i mean working really hard..
fekking lesson plans, goddamn trains and schemes of work…
hope you are brushing up on michael boltons spanish tour ‘93
on another note bring back some class music for us to have a big south america party when yous come back…
bryce and mr green came to wales for halloween- pretty fecking unreal night, goats of hell styled up to the max
November 28th, 2006 at 7:49 pm
hi Marianne, Ciaran
bitte, bitte seid vorsichtig, (vor allem mit HIV in der waschmaschine
)
tja, wir sehen uns dann wohl nicht mehr, da ich hoffentlich schon in australien sein werde wenn ihr wieder kommt.
LG und aufpassen bitte,
Christine
November 28th, 2006 at 10:26 pm
Colin! I didnt cry, just as we were being mugged mothra flew into my eye.
Talk about bad luck, Mothra and a mugging! But I survived and so shall ye!
Ciaran, did you really get mugged or did you just loose your wallet yet again?
Im telling you, you go through Kevlar wallets like the wombles go through litter on Wimbeldon common.
Dont let it get you down guys, keep her lit and keep on trucking!
November 28th, 2006 at 10:39 pm
Hey, Listen - da says yous were a wee bit shaken, (not stirred). Hope both of you are ok and able to walk the steets with ease again. Thinking of you. And heard also bout the (interpretatively) spooky intervention as in: mugging taking place after having twice been refused money from the ATMs. So, who’s takin care of ya…up there…?
Well, all’s fine here. I don’t sleep with no butterflies nor breakfast with no hummin birds but hey, i see a good oul car crash at least once every transmute.
Also, moving on from the disturbing events described by other correspondents and myself on Friday last, when Mr Stone determined that he would leave home accompanied by 8 bombs, a knife and a garrott to interrupt important proceedings in Stormont, it has transpired that Mr Paisley has enacted a stunning Volte Face; he has expressed his desire to do his duty and also, whatever he can for Everyone on the island.
Definetly a case of Alien Possession.