Monday, March 16, 2009

Galwagian Slang and New Arrivals

Our first guests have arrived. Sue and Tom made it to the West of Ireland. The boys are very excited that their Grandparents are staying with us. After sleeping for twelve hours on their first day they have both adjusted nicely.

I was hoping to post this before our first guests arrived, but as in Ireland, better late than never. Here is my lesson on speaking Galweigan vernacular:

Banger – Sausages, usually for breakfast
Rasher- Canadian Bacon (US), Back Bacon (Canada)
White/ Black Puddin’ – a meat substance with barley and seasonings in a tube form.
Chips- French Fries
Bap – Sandwich, usually served in a pub.
Easy Peelers – Clementine.
Crisps – Potato Chips also referred to as Taytos for the popular brand.
Squash – A delicious concentrated juice beverage diluted by the glass with water.
Messer – A trouble maker
Sultanas – Dried green grapes
Topper – Pencil Sharpener
HB - Pencil
Jumper - Sweater
Runners – Tennis Shoes
Wellies – Tall rubber boots
Banjaxed - Broken
Desperate – Bad, needs attention
Craic – Pronounced 'Crack', fun times
Queue – A waiting line; to get into a line
Deadly - Gorgeous
Brilliant - Wonderful
Knackered - Tired and frustrated
The Jacks - Public bathrooms
The Bog - Poorly kept Jacks

In the morning at our Renmore home the boys enjoy bangers, rashers and puddin’, while their Mum puts together their lunch’s of sultanas, easy peelers, crisps and baps. After breakfast the boys put on their scoil uniform jumpers (or track suit and runners if they have PE in the yard). They quickly fill their packs with their copies, topper and HBs. After sixty minutes in desperate traffic queues we leave them with a quick slan and remind them to avoid the messers. We then have five hours for housework, some lunchtime craic in a pub, and various work duties until it's time to collect them. By evening, the boys have us knackered and ready for bed.

2 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday and St. Patricks tomorrow Skip!
    I'll be out on the town with our irish catcher and noted messer paulie morita on a wicked pisser with our deadly wives at Village Pub. There will be no queue for us VIP's.
    64 degrees F as I write this, need to get on the infield!My bejaxed knee is on the mend but still desperate. Some spring heat is the ticket.

    bye, one-nine
    Ps say hello to Mr. Melchior for me.

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  2. Happy Birthday, Paul.
    What a day it's your birthday, it's St. Pat's Day and you are in Ireland.

    We know you will have a wonderful day.

    The Hogens (not the Irish kind)

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