New Face

I met my new next door neighbour on Saturday, unfortunately just before he left for a week in Samoa.  We have a lot in common.  We love the same music, we have a Solomon background and wife, a mutual friend, and we are both Irish.  In fact he plays the bodhrán.  I am hoping he might teach me.  Of course when I mentioned this to our mutual friend, he came back with a load of bodhrán jokes. 

Fellow walks into a pub in Belfast with a plastic bag
under his arms.
The
bartender asks "What’s that?"
"Six pounds of semtex", he answers.
"Thanks
be to Jaysus; I thought it was a bodhrán!"

What is the difference between a bodhrán player and a
terrorist?
Terrorists
have sympathisers.

And so forth…



I had no idea that this beautiful drum could be the focus of such ill-mannered oafish humour

But it seems there is more out there… Just Google bodhrán jokes.

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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One Response to New Face

  1. Glenn says:

    Bodhrans yes.Ukeleles no.

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