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Post by andybrennan on Feb 1, 2010 18:03:39 GMT
Rose
tis well I remember that brand of toilet paper, the press was better as you were getting Dev to give the auld arse a good wipe,
no 2, 3, or four ply then, it was a bugger trying to put the squares together to read them as you whiled away the time, a bit like trying to read a jig saw puzzle,
I still use that phrase when any one uses the jacks here, " don't forget to pull the chain." the amount of times there was no chain, cant remember what they were borrowed for back to the lads memories for that
Andy
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Feb 2, 2010 13:19:07 GMT
Hi Andy,
I used to be terrified out in the jacks in the dark evenings, would sing my heart out, keeping myself company, singing the Camp kids anthem,"There was an old woman who lived in the Woods" the lyrics not exactly child friendly, if Paddy Cleary was going down the block to the ashbin with the kitchen bucket he always joined in the chorus with me.
AS good as the plumbing system was and all the newspaper it could take away, the filters on the butts of illicit fags smoked under cover always came back to haunt you, as Mam and Dad did'nt smoke from time to time there were a lot of uncomfortable questions to be answered.
Cheers,
Rose.
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Post by mag on Feb 2, 2010 18:51:29 GMT
Hi everyone,
I am really enjoying reading all your posts they are bring back so many memories ….the dark freezing cold lavatory smell of Jays fluid and the recycled newspaper, I will always remember lying in bed in the pitch dark listening to my mother downstairs raking the range to have the kitchen warm and the kettle boiling before everyone else got out of bed and the noise the milk lorry made with the bottles rattling in iron crates.
All the best Mag
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Post by andybrennan on Feb 2, 2010 19:59:44 GMT
Rose,
Have to agree Paddy Cleary a great man for an impromptu song,
Up in Doc Caf's a while back having a chat, place full when Paddy burst into song, something about so many tons of clay on you when you are dead, it drew a few quare glances.
And as you mention singing in the dark not the rain, I remember when on a winters evening going up to the Garrison or Collins for some message, whistling a ditty to allay fear of the dark with no one else around when some one else would whistle the same and when looking round no one to be seen, that would get the little legs scurrying I can tell you
Andy
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Feb 3, 2010 0:39:24 GMT
Hi Mag,
Remember those sounds only too well, also remember the white enamel bucket brought to the landing of a night time for wee emergencies, Army issue, a rim like the edge of a knife, ok for the males who could stand over it, but when you had to sit on the thing, it cut the behind off you, if you put your hands between the rim and your behind it was no better, when y9u got up there was a perfect pink circle around your behind. Better I suppose than going out to the toilet at four in the morning, but then again the landing was just as cold I suppose.
Cheers,
Rose.
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Post by afcmoore on Feb 3, 2010 2:13:34 GMT
Hi Folks. I'm in a bar,having a few drinks,when i realize i got to go to the jacks.i went into one of the cubicles.The fellow in the next door toilet says Hi hows it going ?So i say all right. A couple of seconds later he says.What are you doing tonight ?So,naturally i replied ,Just having a couple of beers,and then i;m going home. The next thing he says is,Listen, I'll call you back later. Cheers A There,s an ejit in the next door jacks ,answering everything i say.
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Post by hurlerontheditch on Feb 3, 2010 15:18:59 GMT
Hi all, Joined the sight to-day and having great fun reading the mails. I can remember the outside toilets in plunkett. When we moved to connolly we got a inside one and what a relief that was. Best regards to all.
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Post by andybrennan on Feb 3, 2010 17:32:29 GMT
And Rose that enamel bucket was twice as sore if the enamel was missing, like a rasp it were
Andy
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Post by andybrennan on Feb 3, 2010 17:35:17 GMT
Now that you mention it Tony,
Many is the time chit chat and laughter was heard from the cubicles
Andy
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Post by andybrennan on Feb 3, 2010 17:37:11 GMT
Hi Hurler........
Welcome to the forum,
your starting in the jacks, only way for you now is up
Andy
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Post by rose5mcdonaghtce on Feb 5, 2010 19:48:41 GMT
Hi All,
Don't know what the toilets were like in the boys school, but in the girls they were always clean looking, but there was a smell when you went in, something I have noticed even now when I pick my grandchildren up from school and pass the toilets, its the same smell, not dirty, but not quite right either. Just thinking on a wet morning the smell of wet duffel coats in the cloakroom Yeuck.
There was always toilet paper in the schools, not exactly as soft as a baby's a--e, it was Oifig an T-Solathair, army issue, no good for blowing your nose, but am sure you could have lined a cake tin with it. Do you remember the water fountains, every kid sucking on it, cleaning it with the end of your sleeve before you drank from it. There were no pandemics as a result.
Rose.
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Post by johnnykelly on Feb 5, 2010 21:56:05 GMT
TRUE STORY. Ladie went to the families out patient dept, complaining to doc cahill re the medication given to her that it wasent working, and the doc being the doc asked her to show him what the problem was and she showed him her backside look she says still effing bleeding you useless doctors. what the f**k did you use says the doc. so she duly produces the prescripton/container look here is the nuts you gave me. but this should have worked says the doc. look says your one I did as directed twotabs three times a day. so the doc says are you putting them in right. f:::ck you doc look ill show you, so she popped two of the depositories into her gob and swallowed them, so the doc blows his top and shouts out loudly as he drags her out of the exam room and in front of everyone gives her a boot in the arse and shouts at her you stick them up your arse not down your throat gobnutse. true story
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Post by johnnykelly on Feb 5, 2010 22:06:48 GMT
REF THE JACKS. During the Congo campain when the troops were being inspected one morning before going on a patrol, a soldier was charged for not having his regulation 3 sheets of toilet paper in his kit,when on orders the next day he pleaded not guilty sir, i could have used grass instead, but the major was having none of this, and informed the C/O that all troops must carry 3 sheets of ofig an siloither issue toilet paper, when the C/O asked why 3 sheets of paper, well Sir 1 up 1 down and 1 across.
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Post by johnnykelly on Feb 5, 2010 22:13:35 GMT
ref the jacks when living in plunckett quarters and the toilets being at the end of the blocks winters night wind howling after being up in sands looking at dracula, and your bursting, out you go whistling nothing saying hail marys no bulb in the jacks no point in aiming off for wind.stay and spray get the hell out of there as quick as possible,
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Post by johnnykelly on Feb 5, 2010 22:15:44 GMT
ref the jacks sign on the jacks door our aim is to keep this toilet clean your aim will help.
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