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at least you don't have to hide the hedgehogs !
You get a big Irish Traveller contingent selling Irish Oak furniture.
They really are something else ;
Every evening after the fair closed they would hold massive Bare-knuckle bouts to settle scores and for betting.Massively brutal fights and literally hundreds of thousands in cash being bet .They are as hard as Fuck.
In the morning at 5 am when people are setting up stalls in the dark (this was March ) I've seen one old boy who I saw pissed the night before , come out of the Caravan to have a wash - literally picked up a water butt of freezing water and tipped it over himself without flinching !
The bit that really surprised me was how these huge groups of their girls from about 14 upwards parade around all day from 8 in the morning dressed like prostitutes and over made-up as if they were going a modelling shoot -I thought they were supposed to be chaste ?
I saw two girls of about 18 have a fight.......Jesus , I thought the blokes were tough !
The little crew-cut fat boys go round in little gangs of 9 year olds with thousands of pounds in their pocket trying to deal -they come to your stall and bid for things at ridiculous prices and try and intimidate you into taking £140 for a £1000 item -they egg each other on and keep saying to you "go on ,go on........Jesus now, you must have stones for brains -Dat's good money now -I'm telling ya " .....
When they finally realise that you won't give in they leave with a gobful of insults ..."Ya Bollocks ya "
You never think they were under 18 !
Quite an amazing culture .
A drink is far too civilised.......we should get in the swing of things and meet for 5 rounds of Bare Knuckle Boxing
Ya Feckin' bollocks ya .........the curtains in ya caravan haven't been washed for a month and yer ma 's a trollop !
I'd rather go on holiday somewhere else.
It was fucking great.
My nan had a house in Cork,but we had a caravan in England. We went back and forth.
I moved more than 20 times by the time I met my Mrs.
went to five schools.
Was illiterate at 7 yrs old.
Always had trouble with the old bill.
We are Irish ,but definitely not pikies.
The best days of my life.