So Ireland goes bust ,and takes with it the southern European countries. Tense behind the scenes meetings have been taking place, and Ireland have been saying,'We do not need your money,we do not want your money'. The European big boys say,' You must have our money, if you do not have the money we will give you, we will all die'.
I am sitting patiently for my call from a European leader, offering me money, or a long term loan. ' You can pay it back later boy'. All my friends will suffer if I do not take the money. I wait, but the phone call never comes.
Imagine for a minute, that we are in Ireland, in the snug room. Not the main bar, but we are in a quieter room round the back. This room is famous for Irish conversations, and debates. The main bar is a long room, the customers drink Irish stout, and drink large amounts of it. Only an Irish man, or woman, can drink this quantity, and not only be standing at the end of the evening, but will be able to sing a traditional, Irish song.
In this snug room the Irish ministers, are sitting around a farmhouse table, playing brag, an Irish form of poker. They are laughing and joking. They know how to play, and rumor has it the top minister, knows how to double deal. These small farmhouse table, are ideal for playing cards on, as well as just putting a drink on.
The Irish Finance minister, known to his friends as Big Bertie, puts down his cards, and shouts out, ' The European boffins can go to hell', everyone laughs, 'We do not need them, what do they know about the Irish,they do not care for us, they think we are a backward country'. 'Lets go listen to the band'.
The band were doing their best, they played a lot of songs with fast driving beat. Even the traditional ballads had an upbeat tempo. The punters loved them, the louder the music, the more they swayed and danced. The louder the music, the more the drinking glasses, waiting to be used on the welsh dresser, rocked side to side in time to the band. The singer was great, he could sing with great emotion, and everybody joined in ,by singing the words they knew. 'Down with the Euro 'shouted the drummer, 'I'll have another stout please'.
I am sitting patiently for my call from a European leader, offering me money, or a long term loan. ' You can pay it back later boy'. All my friends will suffer if I do not take the money. I wait, but the phone call never comes.
Imagine for a minute, that we are in Ireland, in the snug room. Not the main bar, but we are in a quieter room round the back. This room is famous for Irish conversations, and debates. The main bar is a long room, the customers drink Irish stout, and drink large amounts of it. Only an Irish man, or woman, can drink this quantity, and not only be standing at the end of the evening, but will be able to sing a traditional, Irish song.
In this snug room the Irish ministers, are sitting around a farmhouse table, playing brag, an Irish form of poker. They are laughing and joking. They know how to play, and rumor has it the top minister, knows how to double deal. These small farmhouse table, are ideal for playing cards on, as well as just putting a drink on.
The Irish Finance minister, known to his friends as Big Bertie, puts down his cards, and shouts out, ' The European boffins can go to hell', everyone laughs, 'We do not need them, what do they know about the Irish,they do not care for us, they think we are a backward country'. 'Lets go listen to the band'.
The band were doing their best, they played a lot of songs with fast driving beat. Even the traditional ballads had an upbeat tempo. The punters loved them, the louder the music, the more they swayed and danced. The louder the music, the more the drinking glasses, waiting to be used on the welsh dresser, rocked side to side in time to the band. The singer was great, he could sing with great emotion, and everybody joined in ,by singing the words they knew. 'Down with the Euro 'shouted the drummer, 'I'll have another stout please'.
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