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| quote: | Originally posted by DJ Robby Rox
But seriously, sorry to hear about your grandparents M4B hopefully they lived fullfilling lives. All of mine were gone by the time I turned 12, as my parents had me when they were like 48. Good to see you back though I've been wondering where the fuck you were. |
well we are all anticipating granddad passing on as he was getting quite senile talking about leprechauns and his memory wasn't no so great and so we were all quite glad. I mean the last 10 years, he has developed this whole universe of leprechauns and writes their names down so he doesn't forget. He was never in a bad mood tho and always started every conversation as time went on with whats my name, oh yes Richard, and start talking about the little people but in a way that was sort of like he was letting me into this secret society and that its kinda classified. The level of detail was incredible tho. Like either he was fucking crazy, or this was all true or it was the longest running practical joke of all time. My grandma never really lost it and thought his stories were absurd and she would test him about names and events but he would grab his diary, and show the time and place and the description. You just had to witness it. I mean he could talk hours and hours about the little people. What they ate, What happens if you see one. What happens if you catch one. What happens if you find their hideout. The different ranks, the age and how many kids they had and how big the babies were and how long they've been around. Just fucking Epic. Like he just watched Darby Ogill and the little people every day for 20 years while on acid. I remember being 14 and asking about them, and even then he had theories and was excited about the questions because he felt he had the scoop. And this was when he was kinda losing it but still able to express him self quite well. And he would just salivate at any leprechaun questions because he thought of himself as one of the most knowledgable people in Ireland on the topic. Actually the first thing we did was find his diaries as he was quite secret about the diaries. He would not let you look at them ever and keep them in a chest that was locked. He considered himself in a position of extreme knowledge as they had chosen him to be seen , yup, they can chose if they want you to see them, and to let his book out to the public would be a a huge blow for the little people as they did not want to be bothered and with all that information he was privy to, he had a duty to keep it under wraps.
When his memory was ok , and he found out that lets say I had told my sister something that he told me, he said he was very disappointed and that this information should be kept secret. Every so often, he would grab the diary and we would ask if he saw them and he scoffed like we were being stupid. WHy would they be here on a monday because he also knew apparently what they liked to do on different days. He also felt like we were being quite egotistical like as if a leprechaun would visit with so many people around. Nope, he would just write as he said a name or event he felt he should be more specific.I remember looking over his shoulder and there was the heading, Garments, and then this subheading shoes or something like that then the name I couldn't read and there was blue/green with a question mark and some math equation to represent his level of how certain he was. I also remember on the back , as he often closed it quick , there were the names of the bad leprechauns with fucking sketches abd as you can imagine being an engineer, his drawing was quite detailed and good. I remember one drawing I saw, he like had measurements of the height and had a theory that involved a class system that took height into account and also, he could tell you the size of the feet relative to the height as the ratio is not quite human.
As far as grandma, well we were all a little upset in that the timing was not very considerate. I mean we could of had them done at the same day had she not waited 3 days.
But really, they were quite old and both passed away naturally in their sleep and they didn't really have any major health issues other than getting old and the things that happen when you get old. Both were 101. And my nuttiness is probably hereditary but unfortunately because i am only 50% Irish , there is absolutely no way to ever see a leprechaun. Oh and if you were a protestant , you also did not have the chance and if you were catholic but lived in northern ireland, you also would never see one because he said they all live in the south.
Very interesting people with so many stories. I mean the leprechaun stories were epic and detailed like a Tolkien book but his work during world war 2 being some high level scientist that designed or had something to do with designing planes just cool. He would talk bout how he sometimes wished the Germans had hired him instead as they had more technology and he felt the British never wanted to just go crazy and make something that ok , might not be exactly what we need but fuck is this cool. He claims that he could of made the v2 rocket way better but you have to remember this is the guy that started seeing the small people as he would say. He did like the german designs and was a little jealous of their planes and although he thought the bombing was not the greatest thing, he did not really like the Brits at all as most Irishmen at the time felt. But he also did not like the Germans for reasons that were silly. He hated german folklore and balked at its sillyness and that the whole judging someone by their noses was quite silly as everyone knew it was the ears that showed whether you were smart or not. And his biggest reason for not liking them was that they were not catholic. Being catholic in Ireland was and kinda still is apparently a big thing. they treated it as a like a football team. Nobody really cares about it unlike Americans in that they went to Church but didn't really pay attention but like it was still a big thing and to not be catholic, like they made a big deal about it.
He always wanted to be close but not too close to hear the Stuka on a bombing run as he said the sound they make was absolutely brilliant like a wailing horn one might blast at a mega rave. He was pretty jealous of most of their designs as he said the Germans cared about aesthetics and not just performance and he felt the British made such ugly planes, ugly uniforms, ugly people. So while these raids went on were he was, I don't think it was in London but they were trying to hit the factories , he would sneak up with binoculars as they sometimes did day runs for more precise targets and hope to see a Stuka dive bomb the tank plant across the road. He was arrested a few times for being out during an air raid and until they realized where he worked and what he did, they thought he was some spy that parachuted in as that happened quite often and well the British did not really care for the Irish to start off with.
Anyways fucking epic that leprechaun shit, not quite back. Taking a few more weeks off while I go to places in Europe. Last stop is palm's house.
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. Especially as a label. 
He has the best tools out there, and probably he records some parts from real instruments.
