compliment? 23 May 2008
I was in a local Dublin shop today buying milk (and a sneaky packet of cheese and onion Taytos – yup, he’s away) and pretending I didn’t exist. The two lads ahead of me were right Dubs and as they left one said to the other ‘that’s that bird off of Father Ted’ – actually it sounded more like ‘dats dat burd offa Fawder Ted’. And you know what? I was delighted. I know ‘bird’ is regarded by some as a pejorative term (I hope that means bad in some way or other. The dictionary is up in the attic and I haven’t got the strength to climb up there again today and get it and the cat refuses to shout down the meaning of the word to me, although I know she has looked it up – I heard her sniggering) but it could have been so much worse for me…I could have heard ‘there’s that auld wan offa Fr Ted’. So today I am happy with bird/burd. And, yes, I have been called much worse. Oh yes.
