My parents are the best fun
My parents are bloody brilliant. They are 67 and 65 years of age and still to this day put me to shame in terms of their energy, lust for life and work ethic. They are - I'm glad to say - great company to go for a drink with. I'm so glad I can do this as I know so many people who would never dream of going for a pint with their folks. They've just left after spending the weekend with Mrs Kerrymonkey and I. They did 3 nights out in a row starting with a wedding on Friday. They don't make them like that any more.

They were both young Irish immigrants when they met, fell in love and married in England in the early / mid - 60s where they lived until 1977. During this time my Dad had a pretty good well paid job with a construction firm. My four older siblings were born during this time. Life was rather good.

Now Dad is an ace Irish Coffee maker. He just has the knack of getting the whole coffee to whiskey to brown sugar to cream levels just perfect. In years gone by when they had people over for dinner or drinks Dad would very often at the end of the night make a round of Irish Coffees for everyone. This was very much my Dad's domain.

One night however they had guests over for an evening which was a mixture of relatives and friends. It was quite the night by all accounts. plenty of whatever booze was popular with folks in the early 70s - cans of SKOL? Fuck knows. Now as much as Mum loves a good shindig she has never been much of a drinker. She'll have a few but is not one to knock - em back. On this night however she was flying and had a right skin full. So much so that she insisted on making the Irish Coffees that night. Dad was clearly reluctant but eventually relented and let her off while he continued chatting with his mates.

So off trots Mum - all 5ft nothing of her - to make the Irish Coffees. She's in the kitchen on her own and they can hear the kettle boiling and spoons stirring etc as she gets to work. Finally she enters the room carrying a tray of what can only be described as glasses of hideousness. For while she had perfectly measured out the proportions of boiling water - whiskey - cream and sugar, in her inebriated state she had omitted the all too crucial coffee. She had essentially made hot whiskeys with cream on top. She's never lived that one down and nearly 40 years later to poor girl still cringes with embarrassment when Dad gleefully reminds her.

Best parents in the world.
(jackdonaghy has a special helmet, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 10:07, 4 replies)

I like this
and it's good to see a mother taking on the burden of drunken incompetence so often the responsibility of us men.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 1 Mar 2011, 11:02, closed)

So, which of your parents is the pedophile, and which is the gold digger?

Dating someone 2 years your senior... it's preposterous!

On the other hand, you've given me an idea for the next time I have a cold. Hot whiskey with some lemon. :)
(Turtlenuts, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 13:44, closed)

My Dad is the 67 yr old and though he has used a digger on many occasions it unfortunately was never for gold. As for the paedo charge well I am assured that my Mum was over 18 when they met......
Enjoy the hot whiskey. I only drink whisky or whiskey with a drop of water myself - not a fan of hot whiskey. If you need something for your cold can I recommend the following?....pint of water, one lemon sliced thinly, bring to the boil gently then add a few spoons of honey and allow simmer for 20 mins on low heat. If desired add a splash of brandy (it goes better than whiskey). You'll feel better and it's damn healthy.
(jackdonaghy has a special helmet, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 14:35, closed)

Hot whisky with lemon and a cinnamon stick is the business for colds

(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 19:20, closed)