Culchie - Revision history

Lithium at 18:48, 31 January 2011

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	Culchies are found far outside Dublin, in the likes of Meath, Louth, Tipp, Cork and so on. They most certainly are not members of Redbrick, and a few culchies I know still don't even have Internet at their house. Anyone who works or loves at a farm is a culchie, bit a culchie might not necessarily work or live at a farm. Be wary of difference. The language of the culchie is a vague dialect of English. You may hear a few words, ~~hear~~ and there, upon overhearing a conversation between the Bog-folk; but you certainly will not understand it. Be sure to recognise this among your peers who claim to be "Dubs". If they mention any word of a "day trip to Dublin City" or a "shopping spree before Christmas on Henry Street" or "a picnic in St Stephen's Green" you can be sure they're boggers, muck savages and culchies.		Culchies are found far outside Dublin, in the likes of Meath, Louth, Tipp, Cork and so on. They most certainly are not members of Redbrick, and a few culchies I know still don't even have Internet at their house. Anyone who works or loves at a farm is a culchie, bit a culchie might not necessarily work or live at a farm. Be wary of difference. The language of the culchie is a vague dialect of English. You may hear a few words, here and there, upon overhearing a conversation between the Bog-folk; but you certainly will not understand it. Be sure to recognise this among your peers who claim to be "Dubs". If they mention any word of a "day trip to Dublin City" or a "shopping spree before Christmas on Henry Street" or "a picnic in St Stephen's Green" you can be sure they're boggers, muck savages and culchies.

	I recently ventured (within the last few hours, to be precise) to a 21st birthday party in a pub (read: shebeen) that was located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, it took me and my guest a few wild guesses and wrong turns around hilly and bendy country roads before we found this place. While I knew many of the people there (normal townspeople) I found several examples of the local natives, one of whom proceeded to take to the dancefloor to entertain us with some sort of traditional country dance. In a way, it was exactly like that scene in Deliverance where the young in-bred lad is playing his banjo and this ould lad is givin' it socks with a dance.		I recently ventured (within the last few hours, to be precise) to a 21st birthday party in a pub (read: shebeen) that was located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, it took me and my guest a few wild guesses and wrong turns around hilly and bendy country roads before we found this place. While I knew many of the people there (normal townspeople) I found several examples of the local natives, one of whom proceeded to take to the dancefloor to entertain us with some sort of traditional country dance. In a way, it was exactly like that scene in Deliverance where the young in-bred lad is playing his banjo and this ould lad is givin' it socks with a dance.

Lithium at 03:25, 30 November 2008

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Lithium at 03:24, 30 November 2008

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Lithium at 03:20, 30 November 2008

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	Here is the photographic evidence, and the required notes in order to recognise one, should you ever be faced with/subjected to the likes of a culchie:		Here is the photographic evidence, and the required notes in order to recognise one, should you ever be faced with/subjected to the likes of a culchie:

			[[Image:Culchie.JPG]]

Lithium at 03:14, 30 November 2008

2008-11-30T03:14:15Z

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Culchies are found far outside Dublin, in the likes of Meath, Louth, Tipp, Cork and so on. They most certainly are not members of Redbrick, and a few culchies I know still don't even have Internet at their house. Anyone who works or loves at a farm is a culchie, bit a culchie might not necessarily work or live at a farm. Be wary of difference. The language of the culchie is a vague dialect of English. You may hear a few words, hear and there, upon overhearing a conversation between the Bog-folk; but you certainly will not understand it. Be sure to recognise this among your peers who claim to be "Dubs". If they mention any word of a "day trip to Dublin City" or a "shopping spree before Christmas on Henry Street" or "a picnic in St Stephen's Green" you can be sure they're boggers, muck savages and culchies.

I recently ventured (within the last few hours, to be precise) to a 21st birthday party in a pub (read: shebeen) that was located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, it took me and my guest a few wild guesses and wrong turns around hilly and bendy country roads before we found this place. While I knew many of the people there (normal townspeople) I found several examples of the local natives, one of whom proceeded to take to the dancefloor to entertain us with some sort of traditional country dance. In a way, it was exactly like that scene in Deliverance where the young in-bred lad is playing his banjo and this ould lad is givin' it socks with a dance.

Here is the photographic evidence, and the required notes in order to recognise one, should you ever be faced with/subjected to the likes of a culchie: