Crush of the now: Paddy carpenter

[muckefuck]

The area I work in used to be cut off from the main room by a wall of ceiling-height windows. But since the HVAC in this place is such a bloody farce, it was almost unendurable here until they had the windows cut down. So now I look out through six feet of space above a ridiculous two feet of glass.

There's another similar room off the main area and they want to cut the glass down there as well. Today they brought by a couple of workers to show them the result they were looking for. One--stocky bloke with a ruff of white hair and a salt-and-pepper moustache--immediately piqued my interest. Then he opened his mouth. He had an intriguing accent that I had trouble making out at first; it sounded like he was hardly moving his jaw--you know, the way some Brits and Irishmen talk. And it turned out he was Irish--so Irish he made reference to Guinness as a work aid and said "Och!"

Unfortunately, they were talking just out of my range of sight, so I sat here on tenterhooks waiting for the moment when they would walk away and I'd catch another glimpse. Now to find excuses to saunter past the other row of windows! Coimhéad, a Pháidí, táim ag teacht chugat!

Comments

[oh-meow.livejournal.com]

My nan lived healthily well into her 80s boosted by guiness. It's also recommended as an occasional thing for pregnant women!

[innerdoggie.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, it's mentioned in Trollope's novel He Knew He was Right (1869) where an old woman tells a young nursing mother to drink Guinness.

[oh-meow.livejournal.com]

Apparently you can live solely on guiness for about 3 weeks before dying.

[oh-meow.livejournal.com]

Well dying is a little drastic, getting horribly ill I mean.