Further adventures with Nuns
Nov. 12th, 2007 02:11 pmFor
being_here, who is Poorly and needs cheering up...
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I went to work an on excavation in a village near Sligo (a story in itself with the Disco Bus, Mr Perry Who Owned Everything and the pub that stopped for Fr. Ted).
We were excavating the drawbridge pit of a C14th castle, prior to restoration works and eventual opening to the public.
The land had been originally owned by a convent and at some point the nuns had handed the bit with the castle on over to the OPW (mexican equivalent of the DOE), while they still lived next door.
There were 4 of us on the dig - myself & C, the director, also convent educated, and the 2 lads, P, a staunch northern Presbyterian and R. a D4 prod, CofI possibly... anyway, neither of them had ever had any real contact with nuns and couldn't understand why C & myself were so twitchy about them [1].
Occasionally while we were working, one would wander up and ask the usual questions about what we were doing, what had we found etc, as people do.
One day C. was standing out on the front wall, drawing the cobbles or something equally fascinating, when an ancient little nun - with veil, so obviously too old to even consider stealth-nunning - hobbled up and asked how it was going, had we found any gold yet (stabworthy in itself) and as C. launched into the usual spiel suddenly interrupted with
"God forgive give me but I've often wished the IRA would come and blow this fecking thing up!"
C. rather derailed from her spiel, stared, while she continued
"Fecking Anglo-Normans, coming and building fecking castles on OUR land! Should be blown to smithereens! Anyway, good luck to ye now! Cheerio!".
And off she hobbled again, leaving C. to come running into the rest of, white of face and babbling "The nuns! The nuns want to blow up the castle!".
Thus proving that not only are nuns Evil, they really do know how to hold a grudge.
[1] Especially since they were the new STEALTH nuns who went about without veils on so they could sneak up behind you in shop queues and you WOULDN'T KNOW until you got a good look at the hair (always a giveaway) and shoes. And then it could be too late.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I went to work an on excavation in a village near Sligo (a story in itself with the Disco Bus, Mr Perry Who Owned Everything and the pub that stopped for Fr. Ted).
We were excavating the drawbridge pit of a C14th castle, prior to restoration works and eventual opening to the public.
The land had been originally owned by a convent and at some point the nuns had handed the bit with the castle on over to the OPW (mexican equivalent of the DOE), while they still lived next door.
There were 4 of us on the dig - myself & C, the director, also convent educated, and the 2 lads, P, a staunch northern Presbyterian and R. a D4 prod, CofI possibly... anyway, neither of them had ever had any real contact with nuns and couldn't understand why C & myself were so twitchy about them [1].
Occasionally while we were working, one would wander up and ask the usual questions about what we were doing, what had we found etc, as people do.
One day C. was standing out on the front wall, drawing the cobbles or something equally fascinating, when an ancient little nun - with veil, so obviously too old to even consider stealth-nunning - hobbled up and asked how it was going, had we found any gold yet (stabworthy in itself) and as C. launched into the usual spiel suddenly interrupted with
"God forgive give me but I've often wished the IRA would come and blow this fecking thing up!"
C. rather derailed from her spiel, stared, while she continued
"Fecking Anglo-Normans, coming and building fecking castles on OUR land! Should be blown to smithereens! Anyway, good luck to ye now! Cheerio!".
And off she hobbled again, leaving C. to come running into the rest of, white of face and babbling "The nuns! The nuns want to blow up the castle!".
Thus proving that not only are nuns Evil, they really do know how to hold a grudge.
[1] Especially since they were the new STEALTH nuns who went about without veils on so they could sneak up behind you in shop queues and you WOULDN'T KNOW until you got a good look at the hair (always a giveaway) and shoes. And then it could be too late.
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Date: 2007-11-12 04:27 pm (UTC)And then it could be too late.
Too late for what though?
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Date: 2007-11-12 04:33 pm (UTC)and too late for... ANYTHING! They'd have you!
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Date: 2007-11-12 04:37 pm (UTC)Yes.
*goes to take more paracetamol*
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:13 pm (UTC)[1] Well it's only happened once in their marketing literature, but it doesn't mean it won't happen again...
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:24 pm (UTC)Which was a bit confusing because we went from some rather exotic nun-names - Bonaventure, Benignous, Benedict, Pious, Hyacinth (I always wanted to ask how she got away with that one) to a host of Eileens.
The stealth nunning was very freaky tho. They looked almost like NORMAL people! They could be ANYWHERE. LURKING.
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Date: 2007-11-12 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-12 05:35 pm (UTC)Or perhaps had them assigned by a particularly vindictive priest...
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Date: 2007-11-12 07:32 pm (UTC)Or Nun v. Chuck Norris?
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Date: 2007-11-12 07:47 pm (UTC)Nun v. chuck norris? Harder. But I reckon any nun worth her wimple would have him lifted by the sideburns to the front of the class before he could get a foot off the ground ;p
In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-12 07:55 pm (UTC)I should tell this to my grandmother - her mother was Catholic and from Cork, and her sister almost became a nun before keeping house for the Dean of Ely...
There was a decidedly non-stealth Nun in Molesey when I lived there - she used to come to the shop to get flowers for the convent and look wistfully at all the ones that the manageress wouldn't sell her.
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Date: 2007-11-12 07:55 pm (UTC)Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-12 07:56 pm (UTC)I still that sounds like a brand of assault rifle.
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:08 pm (UTC)this image now burnt into my brain!
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:10 pm (UTC)eeenteresting...
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:26 pm (UTC)(See http://stuff.co.nz/4271739a12.html fourth paragraph)
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:54 pm (UTC)The Real IRA, which killed 29 people in the 1998 Omagh the word that should go here is 'bomb', Omagh being the town that was bombed. This bit oration earlier this year of a groundbreaking regional administration in which pro-British unionists and Irish nationalists share power. presumably went somewhere else or they missed a bit! Having read the rest of the article I can't work out where it would go.
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Date: 2007-11-12 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-13 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-13 11:20 am (UTC)Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-13 11:22 am (UTC)Obviously my brain is saving me using the 'Denial through sweets' mechanism. Useful.
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Date: 2007-11-13 11:23 am (UTC)Where we were going to plant Certain People's Books in the site they wrote the books about BEFORE they were excavated?"Q?!?!?
Happy days, happy days.
Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-13 11:25 am (UTC)Do you think it gets caught in their hairy bits?
(It was you going on about hairy nuns, right?)
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Date: 2007-11-13 11:25 am (UTC)Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-13 11:37 am (UTC)Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-13 11:37 am (UTC)Re: In the words of Dave Allen
Date: 2007-11-13 11:49 am (UTC)All you need is a paddling pool full of baby oil!
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Date: 2007-11-13 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-14 11:07 am (UTC)