stop me if you've heard this one before

[waider]

Something I'd mentioned to zadcat earlier reminded me of this ongoing notion I have to actually write down the stories I tell when I'm in the pub. I'm by no means a seanachaí but I do have something of a knack for making the mundane amusing, even if it takes a sprinkling of theatrics and a slice of hyperbole to achieve the desired effect. Anyway. A couple of the stories have made it onto my website now and again; one that springs to mind is a story about myself and one of the lads staggering home after a severe night on cocktails. Of the ones that haven't, and maybe won't, make it to text, there's the story of the guy I pushed through a window (way less dramatic than it sounds, but that's always a good hook to start with), the story of My Friend Who Came Out (names elided for good reasons), the story of the guy who got REALLY stoned, the story of how Dad had a happy holiday in Boston, the story of how zadcat and I stumbled on a bunch of ancient architecture while circumnavigating the northwest of Dublin at random, the story of several parties, the story of the band I played with that got shut down... I should probably start writing a few of 'em down, at least, before I forget them. Buy me a drink some time and I'll tell you a few.

Comments

[wisn.livejournal.com]

If you buy me a drink I'll let you tell 'em.

[waider.livejournal.com]

You're not very good at this, are you?

[wisn.livejournal.com]

i might be better at it than you.

[bitpuddle.livejournal.com]

Oooh, yes. Write a book.

[zadcat.livejournal.com]

Thanks to your post title I now have a Smiths tune going through my head.

[kodi]

Thanks to your comment regarding his post title I, too, now have a Smiths tune going through my head.

[waider.livejournal.com]

Thanks to both your comments regarding my post title, I'm now wondering what Smiths tune I'm missing.

[boutell.livejournal.com]

Hee. Fun. I strayed into this direction for a while myself, but stopped when I discovered that the American Puritan Thing makes otherwise clever stories that happen to include the phrase "and then we got really drunk," or a variation thereupon, rather unwelcome unless they are being told by a Foreigner, in which case they are just fine. Especially, alas, an Irishman. Which is a mean stereotype and stuff. But hey, I'm a quarter Irish (*), which means basically bupkis.

(*) "Tom Boutell, a quarter Irish! Not too shabby!" - Adam O'Sandler

[loosestrife.livejournal.com]

it takes a sprinkling of theatrics and a slice of hyperbole to achieve the desired effect

or, as W. S. Gilbert put it, "to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative".