Ah Drexday - a day for nostalgia, a day for recollections.
I was cycling along this morning on my merry way to work and I saw Big Bill Crawford at the bus stop, so 5 minutes of small talk later and I was off again, and thinking of AOL on my way.
Remember back then, if you did ANYTHING you were called a sly dog? now I'm not exaggerating here, if you opened a door for a lady or spoke as much as a hello to a female member of staff you were gone - MUTT - would be the beginning of it, and then 400 e-mails with pictures included (thanks Foley) would fly around the office and you'd be stung.
It actually reached the point where you would do almost anything to avoid being called a mutt, you'd spend the entire week being as good as gold and keeping the head down, and then over in the Pub on a Friday evening you'd blow it all by making some disgraceful attempt at "romance" with a random female staff member. (snigger - I said member!)
Anyway - here's to the Gentlemen of AOL who we can safely say are ALL....
One Eyed
Dirty
Scabby
Flea Infested
MUTTS.
2 comments:
hahaha yep - ALL of them !
On the upside, maybe someday a crazy Irish woman will set up a charity for us !! LOL
Ah yes. I remember it well. You'd pass the Sparkester in the hallway and say "Hi Geraldine" and next thing Burden's ceann would pop out from behind a fire extinguisher and say "oooh ye sly dog" or Ciaran would jump out from behind....erm....a strand of spaghetti or something and say "you DAWG!".
Ridiculous carry on. But feckin' great craic, let's face it.
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