A Dyoublong childhood reminiscence. Translation, gloss and notes towards a festschrift available upon receipt of postal order for 3/6. Limited voleskin-bound edition available for a Guinea.
The day we went on the hop we met two blokes who were on the gur and had stroked a pound of rashers and a sliced pan and wanted to sell them. “Giz yer odds,” they said. We had none so we split our loose harrys with them so as not to get claimed. One of them hoosed his staff on us so we bailed. We scutted as far as Cabra, trun muckers at a gotchie’s hut and then stalled on into town.