Comments on: The Microfilm Miscellany: I Was born in Limerick

By: fústar

fústar — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:17:00 +0000

They’re not lovely. They’re creepy and beloved of creepy nuns.

By: Jo

Jo — Thu, 21 May 2009 09:02:59 +0000

You said no to a Murray Mint? Murray Mints are lovely.

By: fústar

fústar — Wed, 20 May 2009 22:15:22 +0000

They were definitely trying to recruit me for something. Young-ish blood to reinvigorate their campaigns. Not sure if Murray Mints make you more open to suggestion, but better safe than sorry.

By: A Doubtful Egg

A Doubtful Egg — Wed, 20 May 2009 13:03:27 +0000

I’ve been going to libraries for years, and nobody ever offered me a mint (even when my hangover-strengthened breath was yellowing the paper of whatever book I was reading). Perhaps the mint bearers are offering you a sweet which opens your mind to a Harry Potter style fantasy world (or perhaps, to borrow an old Billy Connolly line, after you’ve swallowed said mint they grin delightedly and say: “That mint’s been up me bum…”)

By: fústar

fústar — Tue, 19 May 2009 21:17:20 +0000

Born, raised, departed, and currently back in the ‘hood. Me Ma’s gang are Limerick to the core (for many generations) too.

And no, it was not a breath issue. It merely reflects the obsessive devotion to “sucky sweets” that the Ireland’s Own reading demographic have. They never leave home without ‘em (or tissues) and can’t understand how deranged someone would have to be to turn one down.

By: Jo

Jo — Tue, 19 May 2009 21:12:52 +0000

So like Sir Terrence, you too were born in Limerick?

Could it have been the horrible truth that the oldy wierdy people in the microfiche room were trying to push the mints on you for the most obvious reason we push mints on our fellow man? To protect themselves from your less than fresh breath?