dubhlinn wrote:From a building site labourer to a squillionaire, with some some serious flute playing thrown in along the way.
He's not as green as he's cabbage looking, as we say in Dublin.
Slan,
D.
It's true, his reels on flute are especially fantastic. Not green, to be sure, but the cabbage is heavy with sequins. He would be pulled down and drown from the weight of them.
He's sorta like Liberace with an extra Y chromosome.
"If you take music out of this world, you will have nothing but a ball of fire." - Balochi musician
Thank you amar! You see the way he is holding his glasses? That is what people who need bifocals do. Poor Gunther. It looks like champagne, glamor, sex, and respect just aren't enough.
It is sad, isn't it, Cynth? Poor dear. There is a certain lost-puppy quality about him. Makes you want to take him home and lavish attention . . .
I bet he'd be real appreciative . . .
IF there is such a thing as cross-cultural reciprocity, then somewhere in India a glitzy showperson is making a fortune under the moniker "Hindu Leprechaun."
Wormdiet wrote:IF there is such a thing as cross-cultural reciprocity, then somewhere in India a glitzy showperson is making a fortune under the moniker "Hindu Leprechaun."
Wormdiet wrote:IF there is such a thing as cross-cultural reciprocity, then somewhere in India a glitzy showperson is making a fortune under the moniker "Hindu Leprechaun."
Wormdiet wrote:IF there is such a thing as cross-cultural reciprocity, then somewhere in India a glitzy showperson is making a fortune under the moniker "Hindu Leprechaun."
Please don't insult Amar like that!
Way to go Amar,
Love is a strange and mysterious thing,
Scares me most of the time...
Slan,
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
jbarter wrote:Anybody know how I can contact Mr Flatley. I wanted to talk to him about my idea for remake of The Quiet Man.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oy vey... Is nothing sacred? :roll:
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.
buddhu wrote:(The Quiet Man) Oy vey... Is nothing sacred?
Come on! Think of the possibilities. Maureen O'Hara nails him with the top half of the door and John Wayne pounds the bejeezuz out of him while Barry Fitzgerald puffs his pipe and cackles in mad glee and Ward Bond sits on him to finish. Now, that's my kind of movie!
djm
I'd rather be atop the foothills than beneath them.
buddhu wrote:(The Quiet Man) Oy vey... Is nothing sacred?
Come on! Think of the possibilities. Maureen O'Hara nails him with the top half of the door and John Wayne pounds the bejeezuz out of him while Barry Fitzgerald puffs his pipe and cackles in mad glee and Ward Bond sits on him to finish. Now, that's my kind of movie!
djm
I withdraw my objection... just so long as he doesn't get a stunt double.
And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be black or white as the snow.
Of kith and of kin we are one, be it right, be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of a song.