Seine-fein (cursed-roil)
Cunningham begs for biscuits and tea; bitters to slough the lye and foggage; seine-fein (cursed-roil) Mervyn (misses) Tallboys, whose job it is to clean pottage-trap and cistern; Dignam, Dillard and Doyle, with Crofton-of-Gumley, skink a pot of ale and lager, to drown the scourge of Eire. Kearney (of bastard-at-whore) eats jellies scoffed from tinsmith’s pantry, in lieu of bitter-stout and kidney, surd of Bloom and Dylan, offal of mincemeat and Cornish pastie.
posted by Stephen Rowntree @ 12:25 AM
2 Comments:
forgive me for saying this but one could be forgiven for thinking that you chaps have some what of a james joyce fetish.
i mean, for goodness sakes and crying out loud very bally post on this modern day blog thing is jam full of bits of ruddy james joyce.
as soon as i have finished perusing a host of ray bradbury literature that quite unexpectedly arrived through my letter box i will bally well go and buy some of this beeastly james joyce stuff and read it.
might even leave a comment or two when i have.
wot ho!
Cocaine Jesus - no need to buy matey. There's some free on the Freecycle blog! Yay. Stephen's writing is wonderful is it not?
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