So who was it that taught pigeons to play chicken then? They can’t have come up with that nonsensical approach to life themselves can they? I mean, I know they’ve always been a bold and fearless species, what with their belief that they can escape the wheels of death-buses merely by waddling out of the way rather than flapping their wings and flying off. But the whole spotting a pedestrian coming straight for them and instead of even attempting to remove their tiny little bodies from under a foot instead they do their best to walk straight towards impending doom.
Meant to post yesterday about the wonderful story about the two gardaí on duty outside the US embassy in Dublin.
Imagine this, you are an armed officer of the law, on protective duty outside the US embassy, the symbol of wickedness to a certain section of terrorist-types. Are we in character yet? Good. So what do you think you might get up to?
Bearing in mind that you have had years of experience on the force and so have a vague idea what the whole job entails? What would you do?
Would you head off for an early lunch in the pub. Spend the afternoon drinking. And then get in an argument with another garda officer who was supposed to be doing the exact same job that you should’ve been doing but instead was drinking in the pub. Would you have an argument about whose round it was, and let it develop into a brawl in full view of tourists, marines, and security cameras?
I know, I should feel all outraged at such behaviour. Bad example. Shocking display of An Garda Síochána. Unsafe. And more than a little silly. But I just think it is hilarious. And it’d be even better if we were to discover that the row over whose round it was involved each insisting that they’d get it in.
I had some vague thought to write something else. But the thought has evaporated. Possibly it was some mention of tonight’s impending doom. But who wants to think such depressing thoughts?
Well, okay, all that was written yesterday. But then the hosty-type peoples had some sort of problem and I couldn’t actually post it. Luckily I’d been using the handy Google Notebook Firefox extension fingy to write this post and so didn’t lose it. And instead of the impending doom we actually had a good match. So celebrate.
Yes yes, a one-all draw may not sound too exciting, but after that nightmare night in Nicosia it was more than could have been hoped for. All the pundits were moaning about how we were going to lose. By at least two goals. Czech Republic being one of the best teams in the world, blah blah blah. And did they then apologise when we gave a “performance” ? Hell no. Well apart from Liam Brady who declared himself well happy. Or at least happy that we were on the right road. But Eamo, in typical Dunphy style decided that this wasn’t anything to do with Staunton, despite proclaiming that he disliked moaning about him earlier.
Nice to see so many supporters show up as well, and that they gave Stan a round of applause before the match, bit different from the reaction from the meeja.