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May 22, 2003

Zywiec

Beer of the night, and another repeat. No new beer until after Scotty arrives. No, we're not naming him Scotty. If I was going to be that geeky, he'd be named Sulu.

I'm sure the other Treks are nice...well, not Voyager, but the only series I've wanted to see since Next Generation was one with Sulu as captain of the Excalibur. That was the logical next series. Still not too late, and Takei is still around. Surely he can be made to look the correct age, right? Like I care. Put him up there, liver spots and all, I'll watch.

So, no Trek name for the kid. Scotty just feels right for his blog name. I thought about Ngnewt (pronounced 'Noot'), but Ngnat and Ngnewt seemed a little...cutesy. Also Ripley.

Not much left of the day to chew over; just look below if you want to know why, but I did run across a song that's appropriate for the beer of the night, The Old Dun Cow, by D.C. resident Seamus Kennedy.

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playin' dominoes one night
When into the pub the barman came
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,
"The bloody pub's on fire!"

"ON fire?" says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a rare old spree."
So we all went down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there five minutes or more
Till we were all half pissed.

And there was Brown upside down
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door
Don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Then, Smith went over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "We can't have that
You can't do that in here.
Don't go washin' your trotters in the port wine tub
When we've got all this light beer."

And there was Brown upside down
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door
Don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Just then there came an awful crash
Half the bloody roof gave way.
We were drowned in the firemen's hose
Till we were going to stay
So we got some tacks and our old wet slacks
And nailed ourselves inside
And we sat swallowing pints of stout
Till we were bleary-eyed.....

And there was Brown upside down
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door
Don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.


Nothing like a Celt when it comes to song about alcohol. I think it was the "blue-blind paralytic drunk" that really grabbed me. "MacIntyre!" is rhyming slang for Fire, or so Google informs me. If you know of an alternate explanation, let me know, though I suspect Celtic music fans are few an farther between, now.

If you Kazaa Seamus, Monkey Farts is worth the download, and Mom's Lullaby is also supposedly very good, though I've yet to find it, myself.

And yes, I checked the Apple store. I think they define themselves by only offering music I don't want to buy.

Posted by Bigwig at May 22, 2003 10:20 PM | TrackBack
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