They were at the Mineshaft, weren't they? That's where you swapped cards.
Original full name, and translation from the Irish?
The title, of course, being a reference to a remark of Winston Churchill's.
Pogue Mahones, meaning "kiss my ass".
Who as an ex Harrow boy, would have been placed to criticise.
Of course the post title refers to the Churchill remark as well. Ah well.
Yeah. I really can't stand the Pogues. Churchill's aight though.
Once, in high school, I was sitting in class when my history teacher said, out of the clear blue, "pogue mahone, ogged." "Mr. Smith, I know what the means."
'Tis a beautiful sight to see your middle-aged history teacher turn beet red. I don't think he ever got over it.
Douglas Hoffstaedter would have been proud of you.
Douglas?.. yeah, Douglas.
Your teachers called you "ogged"?
No one can resist that joke, Joe, but I can't find the links to your precursors at the moment.
And had that much pent-up hostility toward you?
And had that much pent-up hostility toward you?
Well, you can see why.
You can? I'm hurt, Joe. Actually, his was one of the few classes in high school where I almost never talked. I guess he took it personally.
It was the thought of ogged having been consistently like this since high school that was giving me pause.
I remember once someone asked you if your ex called you by "your blog name".
Just trying to cover up my shame for chasing the low-hanging fruit after claiming the moral high ground earlier today.
Covering one's shame is traditional after eating low-hanging fruit.
whereas we have already established today that you have no sense of tradition.
So THIS is what blogger fame is all about. Have you ever slipped up and revealed the truth?
I usually cover my shame only after exposing my low-hanging fruit.
If your fruit actually hung low, I don't think there would be quite so much shame.
There are possibly 200 people biting their toungues just now.
I was in Ireland once with my brother and we ordered a budweiser by saying "bud". People at the bar asked us to repeat the word multiple times. I find out over ten years later that the word "bud" means penis in gaelic. Sometimes band name trivia fails you.
We had a new Irish kid in our grade school and I tried to convince him that "sugar" was an expletive in American English. He didn't fall for it, but I still see him occassionally, and he totally deserved it.
That reminds me of the Simpsons where Lurleen calls Homer a "big sack of sugar" and Homer says "Hey! [pause] You did say sugar, right?"
Sorry to report, Joe O, that if you ordered a Bud pretty much anywhere in Ireland today, the barman's reaction would be simply to pour you a Bud.
Ooh, I can't resist a chance to be pedantic to w-lfs-n, and about Irish Gaelic, even: It's actually Pog mo thoin.
Duly noted, peter.
I was wondering how that parsed.
Kriston, how can you not like the Pogues.
Even Tom Waits likes the Pogues. Its the sort of statement that could get you put away in the Maze.
And Winston Churchill, who once wanted to name a battleship after bloody Oliver Cromwell only to be slapped down by the Royalists before the IRB could start a gelginite letter writing campaign, had some issues.
Although he also had a savoir faire not to be denied and that WW II thing was good and he had a big hand in the creation of the actual Irish Free State, so ultimately I agree that he was a'ight as well.
Irish slang for giving someone a lift is also appropos.
News flash (from a few days ago, anyway): Former Pogues front man Shane MacGowan plans to spend most of a recent windfall on dental work. At least one of the tabloids here said so.
Okay, what possible options can he have beyond dentures? There's no way that can cost all that much.
I'd charge him untold thousands just for having to look at those brown stumps he's got now.
Then again, Shane MacGown with decent teeth would be sort of like Sinead O'Connor with a full head of hair -- just not right.
They are both just not right just the way they are.
The Pogues did a reunion tour in Britain around Christmas, which caused me to look around the net to see if they were coming stateside. And i found a sociologicaly and anthropologically intense store of Pogue fandom, which included a story about Shane's dental work. He tried on a pair of false choppers as a lark on a talk show and thought he was quite handsome.
And his girlfriend left him. And his family thinks his manager is stealing his money in some sort of Irish Colonel Parker thing. The Internet is odd. But I love it so.