The Dew Drop Inn Virtual Rugby Pub

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Welcome to the virtual rugby pub - a place where you can come in for a sly beverage and discuss whatever's on your mind, or just eavesdrop on the regulars if you fancy a break from all the rugby chat.

The only rule in this pub is one of mutual respect for everyone in it, oh and no defacing the Tommy Bowe photo on the bar. That's a banning offence

So pull up a chair....what'll it be?

I did like the idea of being a Paddy fiddler.....Oh never mind!

No Mick, I saw it. Forward passes galore off Jackson were missed, plus plenty of offsides by both teams.

One of the refs in this tourny is called Greef. Surely he should be reffing a Leicester v Ospreys game

To be born in Wales,
Not with a silver spoon in your mouth,
But, with music in your blood
And with poetry in your soul,
Is a privilege indeed.

Your inheritance is a land of Legend,
Of love and contrast.
A land of beauty so bright it burns the eyes.
Of ugliness that scars the Spirit
As the Earth.

Wales is an old land with wounds
That weep in hills.
They wept before in the bodies of men
And in the hearts of women
And time will never heal them.

The stigmata of sorrow,
Of pain and poverty,
Of lonely crucifixion in the dark,
Remain our lives to feed.

This Land of our Fathers was built on coal.
Its rivers of mingled blood and sweat
Have forever darkened it,
Relieved only by death.

We are a sad people.
Our sadness being wrapped in harps and music
And praise to God,
For the lovely, yearning light
That feeds the Spirit as well as the eyes.

Ha really Harrow? That's unfortunate!

Mick(TEFC) wrote:Oi,yiuy Oirish branleurs!!
I hit a wrong button and lost the feed,cmon you guys,where was I?

I remember being under the stars wiv you Chef. I havent a phhokin clue where we are at this stage mate.

Hope that helps pal.

English Waitrose ads, are a riot. I love it. Kia reckons they are "quality". She needs to travel more.

Im dead Roy. So dead.

Bring On de French!

And finally i'm home, luckily my mate cooked me dinner so now settling down for tv and

The Scots are getting a bit of a pasting!

Great run there - how many di the scots sub beat there!

Cari wrote:Gibbo - don't encourage him. See if you get accepted...ah gowan gowaaan!

Mickado - has there been a sudden increase in men from Ireland on it?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sa6bI_95G9I

Gibson wrote: Its grand. Penfro will educate me later.

Did you miss your lesson, above, Gibbo ?

You're right about Stand up for the ....... Significant reworking of the score and lyrics I fear

OK,
just back from doing what is done here, at this moment..So wotsonanwer?

Sitting on a train sipping the chefs finest, sound

Hughie, say when and where,I deliver


And seriously, I'm going to start making you aware of handb all-the indoor equivalent of rugby.
Try and watch it, the OG stuff will be amasing; France hold ALL the titles

Nice to be back in the Thornbury. Talked about the Sarries v Leinster meet. They loved it but don't think they understand the whole gig

Gibson wrote:

Mick(TEFC) wrote:Oi,yiuy Oirish branleurs!!
I hit a wrong button and lost the feed,cmon you guys,where was I?

I remember being under the stars wiv you Chef. I havent a phhokin clue where we are at this stage mate.

Hope that helps pal.

English Waitrose ads, are a riot. I love it. Kia reckons they are "quality". She needs to travel more.

Im dead Roy. So dead.

Bring On de French!

Evening Mr Gibson

Hoi Kia darlin. That goy, who was in earlier, impersonating me? What was he loike? <StillNoRedWinEmoticonHobo>

So, how are you missus? How's Muffy?

Still bonnetted. Not enjoying the cold weather - it is 7.2 degrees here. Gawd, it frickin' freezin'

GIBBO - So, is it
A) your eyesight failing in old age
B) you're pi$$ed again
C) You're just ignoring the Welsh lesson

Your inheritance is a land of Legend,
Of love and contrast.
A land of beauty so bright it burns the eyes.
Of ugliness that scars the Spirit
As the Earth

Penfro, can I have A, B and C please and a consonant Carol?


My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Bloody Welsh
X.

Greetings from the Alex in clapham common, beer is flowing and the craic is ninety (in the isle of man) be well friends

"I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core."

What an illiterate bunch of bog-trotting, turnip munchers

I love you for that Penfro. And I probably always will.


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

my 'brother'

"We have no right to the stars,
Nor the homesick moon,
Nor the clouds edged with gold
In the centre of the long blueness.

We have no right to anything
But the old and withered earth
That is all in chaos
At the centre of God's glory."
- Hedd Wyn

Jasus lads since when did this become poets corner??

Nos Da Pawb (Good Night all)

THE DEW DROP INN
Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to while the time away

Evening all

hughie1986 wrote:Jasus lads since when did this become poets corner??

I don't know, but this has to contain some of the cheesiest lyrics I've ever heard!

The devil came from kansas. where he went to I can't say
Though I teach I'm not a preacher, and I aim to stay that way
There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but he's no friend of mine

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese
The devil came from kansas. where he went to I can't say
If you really are my brother then you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
There's a dark cloud just above us, don't tell me 'cos I know

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese
No I never came from kansas, don't forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look
For the turning and the signpost and the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest in whose waters I shall drown

I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When I'm trying to sell you cheese

Just the last line of cheese there makes it epic i'll to that

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Evans? Yes, many a time
I came down his bare flight
Of stairs into the gaunt kitchen
With its wood fire, where crickets sang
Accompaniment to the black kettle’s
Whine, and so into the cold
Dark to smother in the thick tide
Of night that drifted about the walls
Of his stark farm on the hill ridge.

It was not the dark filling my eyes
And mouth apalled me; not even the drip
Of rain like blood from the one tree
Weather-tortured. It was the dark
Silting the veins of that sick man
I left stranded upon the vast
And lonely shore of his bleak bed.

Now you have the lyrics, hows about singing along?

Cheese <<<<<

You want poetry and music?
Fussy barstards that ye are.

Norn Iron. Norn Iron. And me and Rava - on the Giants Causeway.Hungover and sucking the ozone and the waves in. Bliss.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVAnlke_xUY

Gibson wrote:You want poetry and music?

Can do just Music too.

How ya doin Gibbo?

Oh men of Cymru
With your lyrical ways
In your songs
And in your praise
You welcome us
With open arms
And with open hearts
You make our bond stronger
From days past
Here's to days
Not yet spent
I do Believe
It is Rugby Heaven sent

(c) Gibbo
For Penfro & Prop.

Nos da Ieuan-Boy.

Howya RDS.

After listening to that man. Absolutely beautiful.
Music for the heart and soul. Thanks for that.

Im grand man. How are you?

Im wide awake. Are the reg kids asleep and in bed?

Grand so.

Im goin home soon... For you my friend.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YA_Y5ejfKE

Gibson wrote:For you my friend.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YA_Y5ejfKE

Fair play Gibbo, that is some piece of music.... how many genre's did that dip in and out of? Swear I almost heard some mariachi in there!

North Sea Jazz has to go in the top 3 must do before I die list.... too late for this year but hell am I gonna book my hols for next year.

Talking of Mariachi!!! <<<<<<

In mosquito bar in clapham common, this place doesn't close till 6, I'm Flip!

RDS.
That. Was simply wonderful. I smiled all the way through it. Stunning.
BTW, I've been to the North Sea Jazz Festival a few times in Den haag. And now its in Rotterdam. Expensive but worth the joy. And I have a spare bed man. Next year maybe.


Hughie, its half-past four here. Go home to bed man! But not alone darlin.

On the railway tracks... Never no .... No Time To Play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgxELG52aFk


Roysh. Crash out time. Up at 10.

Hey up. I'm sure you've all missed ignoring me. Well I'm back ;-)

My course is solid, but I'm still there. Hardest thing I've ever done. Sorry to be boring, but most can get away with saying that ;-)

I'm doing a sponsored run/march as part of a team for Help for Heroes. See more here;

http://www.justgiving.com/teams/MOVERS

I won't ask for sponsorship off any of you, cos to most it won't seem like a big deal. All I'll say is the race bit of it makes it that we have to run a lot of it, so you can maybe imagine a lump like me trying to run a long distance. Given my leadership position, I have to set an example so I will have to push it out. Help for Heroes and the RAF Benevolent Fund are two great charities. Any donations would be great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only if you want to mind!!!!

Anyway, I'll just be ignored again

Cheque is in the post rev :-)

You know that feeling when you've just realised that your possibly on the wrong bus hike, Poopie buzz

Wont be ignored by me Rev, darlin. I don't do online or remote charidee. Never have. Never will. Dont believe it should be necessary in a "civilised" World. I've given money direct, when I know where it's going to.

But, I will give to your cause. In cash. When we meet.

Nite/mornin pal. Slaap lekker.

Crisis averted after getting off the bus afhd getting two other buses I'm now in the right bus and listening to pink Floyd, I'm happy

Right call off the search party I'm home. Have these for the morning cause I'm away to bed


http://www.independent.ie/sport/rugby/
http://www.irishtimes.com/sports/rugby/
http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport?mobile-redirect=false
http://sport.scotsman.com/rugby
http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/sport/rugby/
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/rugbynation/
http://www.thisisexeter.co.uk/rugby

http://www.stuff.co.nz/sport/rugby/
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/rugby/news/headlines.cfm?c_id=80
http://www.smh.com.au/rugby

In the immortal words of gibbo, sleep well and Sepp Blatter

In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep

Ow! Which Flip Kumquat put that there!

zzzzz

Morning hughie. I thought I heard something - it was the papers thudding onto the floor.

Cheers bud

CRASH! BANG! Mumble, curse.

"is that you Hughie"

"yersh"

"what are you doing"

"I'm trying to bring a barrel of b, b, be, beer up the shtairs."

"Well leave it there till the morning!"

"shto late, I've already drank it..."

I've been on a few 'lifting and handling' courses when it comes to shifting already consumed beer up a flight of stairs!

Right, let's go back (tumble) to the bottom and start again shall we

Cari wrote:Gibbo - Mickado said I was a hibernophile earlier. Does that make me a Paddy fiddler?

Mickado what if you get accepted!?

Classic

Morning all, usual for me pls: &

Chuffed to bits for the wee jocks - 33-0 against the baby Boks is a moral victory!! I remember this time last year, being in the pub with you lot, and having MrsP laughing her head off at the 73-0 result in the same game at the JWC 2010 (and the year before was 72-3!). So, very proud of the young Scots - what they give away in physicality they donotlack in courage. One or two moments to give us hope too - I particularly liked Weir's try saving tackle on their winger when he held the ball up. There's a few lads will come thru to the big time

Morning All

Just about to watch The Sunday Game on the iPlayer as per. I see there was something of a sing-off, poetry evening last night.

Kia mentioned how cold it was. Apparently it was snowing quite heavily on Snowdon yesterday!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-north-west-wales-13731216

Morning As. Thought the wee Scots might have made more of that game if they didn't keep dropping the ball!

A bit like their seniors at times if you don't mind me saying so. Such a simple aspect of the game to get right imo, but a trait that seems to run through Scottish rugby at the moment.

Where's HOOOWWEEEEEELLLLLLLLSSSSYYYYY!!