A Beautiful Irishism.
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 10:55 pm
Hello Friends,
No, this is not going to be a 'teaser', this is a true story of a very funny situation that happened to Ruby and I during a tour of dates in southern Ireland and I'd like to share the story with you. The tour was extremely enjoyable and we loved every moment of it.
I will set the scene. One of the venues that we played was in a very small village(?) called Macroom. The venue was in the one and only main street and was owned by a man who appeared to own most things in Macroom. He was an extremely friendly man, as were most people that we met on the tour. We had arrived early and were invited into his apartment, which was above the ballroom where Ruby was going to perform that evening. He made us very welcome and privided us with refreshments.
It was quite obvious that the apartment had very recently been decorated and had beautiful floral wallpaper in maroon flock all around the room. One must assume that at the last moment he decided to have wallights fitted above the fireplace, left and right. Whoever did the electrical work took the 'feed' from a point that was sited at the centre of the shelf. Two channels were chiselled out for the wires, through the beautiful maroon flock walpaper, going in a V to where the wall lights were going to be sited and then plastered over them leaving a ghastly scar over the fireplace
We chatted for quite a while and as time passed, I realized that it was getting close to the time when Ruby needed to prepare for the show. Strangely, the clock on the shelf still registered the the same time that we had arrived. I enquired of the proprietor whether the clock was wrong? He said "AH! that is because when we switch off the wall lights... the clock stops"
Adios Amigos. Bernie
No, this is not going to be a 'teaser', this is a true story of a very funny situation that happened to Ruby and I during a tour of dates in southern Ireland and I'd like to share the story with you. The tour was extremely enjoyable and we loved every moment of it.
I will set the scene. One of the venues that we played was in a very small village(?) called Macroom. The venue was in the one and only main street and was owned by a man who appeared to own most things in Macroom. He was an extremely friendly man, as were most people that we met on the tour. We had arrived early and were invited into his apartment, which was above the ballroom where Ruby was going to perform that evening. He made us very welcome and privided us with refreshments.
It was quite obvious that the apartment had very recently been decorated and had beautiful floral wallpaper in maroon flock all around the room. One must assume that at the last moment he decided to have wallights fitted above the fireplace, left and right. Whoever did the electrical work took the 'feed' from a point that was sited at the centre of the shelf. Two channels were chiselled out for the wires, through the beautiful maroon flock walpaper, going in a V to where the wall lights were going to be sited and then plastered over them leaving a ghastly scar over the fireplace
We chatted for quite a while and as time passed, I realized that it was getting close to the time when Ruby needed to prepare for the show. Strangely, the clock on the shelf still registered the the same time that we had arrived. I enquired of the proprietor whether the clock was wrong? He said "AH! that is because when we switch off the wall lights... the clock stops"
Adios Amigos. Bernie