Foidin Mara

christ on a bike!

Anyone ever hear of this one?

It's an old Mayo story whereby you get lost in a fog walking home and have to put your coat on back to front to get out of it.
It only ever seems to happen to people who have been at the aul poitín for some reason. Indeed I often stumbled home myself and after realising I had looked at nothing but my shoes for a long space of time, realised that I was anywhere but where I was meant to be.

It's an Irish excuse (or a Mayo excuse) for a drunken misfortune - like a them black donkeys who keep running out onto the road in front of us

Anyone who can think of any other Irish excuses (without being so boring and predictable as mentioning politics or bondholders) will receive a pardon from a fairie

starbelgrade

Mayo people are fucking nuts.

christ on a bike!

Some of them are fucking sheep too

El Weirdo

starbelgrade wrote: »

Mayo people are fucking nuts.

It really is a ridiculous county.

Born to Die

I love Mayo it is like a trip back in time.

grindle

Born to Die wrote: »

I love Mayo it is like a trip back in time.

Too far back though. Scott Bakula'd be quaking in his boots havin' to drive those roads.

AngryBollix

Born to Die wrote: »

I love Mayo it is like a trip back in time.

So is Portlaoise, Roscommon, Longford and the aran islands

christ on a bike!

Laugh all you want but the people of Castlebar will have the last laugh, they haven't stopped paying ground rent to Lord Lucan ya know and when the shit hits the fan there's no better boy to have your back

We await you kind Sor

ColeTrain

christ on a bike! wrote: »

Anyone ever hear of this one?

It's an old Mayo story whereby you get lost in a fog walking home and have to put your coat on back to front to get out of it.
It only ever seems to happen to people who have been at the aul poitín for some reason. Indeed I often stumbled home myself and after realising I had looked at nothing but my shoes for a long space of time, realised that I was anywhere but where I was meant to be.

It's an Irish excuse (or a Mayo excuse) for a drunken misfortune - like a them black donkeys who keep running out onto the road in front of us

Anyone who can think of any other Irish excuses (without being so boring and predictable as mentioning politics or bondholders) will receive a pardon from a fairie

I haven't a clue what you're on about tbh. Never heard of that story before.

AnonoBoy

If it doesn't involve the devil appearing at some point it's not a real Mayo story.

mcmoustache

christ on a bike! wrote: »

Anyone ever hear of this one?

Yeah. It's bio-luminescence. In connemara anyway. Not sure about mayo. They haven't been speaking Irish for a long time so they might be a bit mixed up.