Photograph of the Day – Talking of FoIs

There’s an ongoing (but faltering) discussion as to the cost of Freedom of Information requests, so when i saw this disguarded bottle on Sunday morning i was reminded of this article. I did see an article recently (which i can’t seem to find to link to) that said there were around 100 or so Bucky related incidents here.

I’ve never been a fan of the stuff myself, the last time i had any (bout 4 months ago)  i mixed it with Cava….it didn’t really improve the Cava or the Bucky 🙂

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  • Johnny Boy

    I think I recall reading that the Scottish Government were trying to pass a law relating to the %amount of caffein in alcoholic drink effectively banning Bucky.

  • Drumlins Rock

    More Caffine than 8 cans of Coke!!

  • I know…..i was very surprised at that

  • magnus

    Is that moon rock in the background?

    I thought it was Red Bull that gave you wings!

  • Drumlins Rock

    it seems Bucky is jet propelled.

  • It’s rocket fuel alright

  • Brian

    Armagh is the capital of Buckfast. An inside source in Diageo told me that sales figures weere highest per capita in the City. Plus we have lovely pavements.

  • Mick Fealty

    Weird. I spent the afternoon at the Abbey where it’s made. The monastery shop has all these beautiful wares from Benedictine monks throughout Europe.

    And there, hiding apologetically near the Chimay beer, is the decidedly unclassy bottles of Bucky.

  • Drumlin Rock

    yet another scandal for the catholic church 🙂

    or maybe it should be, the pictures of producer and consumer just dont blend.

    ps. do all those “ultra loyalist” hoods not realise they are subsidising the catholic church?

  • Drumlin Rock

    I hope Newt wont object to me ressurecting this from portadownnews.com

    Submitted by ‘Sarge’, the Hood National Anthem – to be sung to the tune of “American Pie”.

    Long, long time ago, I can still remember how those hoodin’ gubbers made me laugh
    And I know if I had a chance to see those baps and jantys dance, I’d
    laugh my arse off once again.
    ‘Cos don’t they realise it’s not clever,
    Drinking Bucky down the river, Tucked-in tracksuit bottoms, They look just f**kin’ ratten!
    I can’t remember if I cried when saw these slabbers all whacked and fried
    But it amused me deep inside………
    The day the Bucky thrived!
    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

    Did you write the book of shite?
    “here len’is ten bob, gonna gizza light?”
    Did ya call my Da a Bast**d!?
    Oh and do you believe in hard core techno?
    Hav ye gubbed 5 E’s in the back of a Metro?
    And can you teach me how to speak reeeaaallll fast?!
    You can tell that she’s in love wi’ him,’
    Cos he’s a Jaffa and she’s a Tim,
    They kicked off filthy socks and those manky old Reeboks.
    He was a scrawny youth with a GAP pullover,
    A sovrin ring and a stolen Nova,
    They fell in love when he muff dived ‘er, (sorry!)
    The day the Bucky thrived….

    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

    Now for ten years you’ve been on the dole,
    Claimin’ off the DOE, coz ya fell doun a hole
    And that’s just how it’s always been.
    When the headcase screamed at the Police van,
    In a coat he’d stolen from TopMan,
    And a fag that came from you or me
    But while the peeler was looking dapper,
    The wheel brace hit him on the napper,
    Dressed all in Kappa clobber,
    As he shouted, “suck ma wabber!”.
    While wee Sean stole shoes from Clarks’,
    And Billy slashed some c**t in the park,
    They all sniffed petrol in the dark,
    The day the Bucky thrived….

    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

    Yer NO FEAR sticker is a belt ‘er
    Writing mentions on the old bus shelter,
    Eight days straight drinking Faaaaaaaaaast!
    Doin’ six months fer selling black,
    The chip pan diet and the heart attack
    A night out at Space wi’ the hack.
    The millies reek of cheap perfume,
    While name-tag necklaces jangle round the room,
    face like a well bashed cheezer
    A fag and lemon Breezer.
    The lack of class is hard to hide,
    They just can’t wait to get inside,
    An ink tattoo and a door-way ride,
    That’s how the punters thrive

    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

    You’ll see them in their usual places,
    With baseball hats and ugly faces,
    Outside the offy acting hard.
    So Shug be nimble, Shug be quick,
    And get an ounce of speed on tick
    Then cut it up and sell it to yer mates.
    All lined up outside the “Paki’s”,
    A rainbow of exotic trackies,
    Givin’ abuse to all grannies,
    Ya f**ked up bunch of fannies!
    And as the day turns into night,
    The hoods may gang up to start a fight,
    But on their own they’re soft as shite!
    That day the Old Firm tied.

    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

    (Slowly with feeling)
    I met a girl who sang ‘The Sash’, I asked about her f**kin’ moustache, But
    she just told me to f**k off!
    I went down to the local chippy,
    Where the hoods hung out and the staff were nippy, And the punters there
    harassed me for some fags.
    Baseball hats at stupid angles,
    The girls each wore three dozen bangles,
    Hair done up with scrunchies,
    Munching crisps and Crunchies.
    But the three meals they enjoy the most,
    Are chinkies, chippies, beans on toast,
    Come Belfast fair they hit the coast,
    Those days the Bucky thrives!

    And they were singin’……..
    Bye, bye, eatin’ spuds cheapest pie,
    Drove the Uno roun’ the town oh wi’ the techno up high,
    Wearing baseball caps though it’s nearly July
    Singin’, “I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye ”
    ” ……….I’ll stick this f**kin’ knife in yer eye!”

  • Johnny Boy

    Note to self: Don’t just skim the post.