December 13th, 2006
|08:35 am - Border-jumping from Ireland to England|
Last night I had a dream.
In this dream, I was thinking about the border between Ireland and England. I believe I've always felt that it was kinda like the US-Mexico border (England being the "US" and Ireland being "Mexico" in this analogy), even though there's something called the Irish Sea between them.
To account for this, I envisioned that someone from Ireland could teleport to England, and that someone from England could teleport to Ireland.
The funny thing was this: Those coming from England to Ireland ended up in Belfast. Those going from Ireland to England ended up in jail.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Buttermilk Grove", -JB
Wow. Sounds politically significant.
It would be, but I don't know anything about Irish-English politics. Well, other than that the Irish like to bomb the English. I understand it's almost as big a pasttime as football.
|Date:||December 13th, 2006 03:48 pm (UTC)|| |
There's a tiny subsection of the population who are still armed, mostly based in Northern Ireland (which is still part of the UK and not the Republic of Ireland). And many of those types care far less about "liberating" Ireland than making profits from armed crime.
Here's something resembling a proper (if extremely concise) chronology
of Northern Ireland.
The obvious question now is, what all was REALLY in those brownies you made the other day? hehehehe
Oh, nothing much. Honest :)
uh huh, yea, sure, send me a few would ya?
I would, but it might be a felony, you know, if the dogs sniffed the "nothing" in them. . .
sheesh, what will Homeland Security think of next? I didn't know they had nothing sniffing dogs!!
How do you think they catch so many terrorists? All those people carrying nothing wrong and doing nothing out of the ordinary. . . Someone has to put a stop to that!
Break out the weed-b-gone and get The Shrub out of DC!!! thats the only way we can really reclaim our lives.
At least some gov't officials are getting some exercise, all that jumping to conclusions and riding peoples backs and such.....
|Date:||December 13th, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)|| |
even though there's something called the Irish Sea between them.
As well as Wales, the Isle of Man, Cornwall, and parts of Scotland. I know you know UK != England, and that it was only a dream, but I'm feeling... meh. I dunno. There's only 100 miles of exposed English coast that faces Ireland, and even that has Man in the way. Also, much of that section of England has people of Irish descent (ever notice how Lennon/McCartney are Irish names?)
The Welsh especially hate it when you refer to Wales as England. Especially North Wales, which if you know anything about the Kingdom of Gwynedd, is no surprise.
Those coming from England to Ireland ended up in Belfast. Those going from Ireland to England ended up in jail.
Wow. Sounds like something closer to home.
*nods* I have a feeling that the dream wasn't actually about the UK and its relations with Ireland. . .
And I had no idea that Lennon was an Irish name. Then again, I don't know much about Ireland at all, really.