After having dug to a depth of 10 meters, Scottish scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 1,000 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 1,000 years ago.
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Not to be outdone by the Scots, in the weeks that followed, English scientists dug to a depth of 20 meters, and shortly after, headlines in the English newspapers read: ‘English archaeologists have found traces of 2,000 year old copper wire and have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech communications network a thousand years earlier than the Scots.’
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One week later, ‘The Kerryman‘, a southwest Irish newsletter, reported the following: ‘After digging as deep as 30 meters in peat bog near Tralee, Paddy O’Driscoll, a self taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely nothing. Paddy has therefore concluded that 3,000 years ago Ireland had already gone wireless.’
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Ina // March 15, 2008 at 6:30 am
Marinade Dave // March 15, 2008 at 6:52 am
Thanks, Ina. Glad you liked it. Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day in your country or is it just an American excuse to get drunk?
Ina // March 15, 2008 at 8:02 am
No Patricks day here, I am sorry to say. Here it is the 30th of april. Koninginnedag (Queens day.) Free beer after 1 pm in a local café here. Well they use to do that, when I was a bit younger. Perhaps not anymore, I’ll ask my sons…
The waiting for that magic moment when it was all for free was the hardest, I suppose.
Marinade Dave // March 15, 2008 at 9:59 am
I don’t think anything is free anymore. I used to go to a local bar/restaurant, Le Cordon Bleu and Harper’s Tavern. A lot of my friends and I were regular customers, along with many others. On Saturdays, a nice buffet was set up. Sometimes, it would be ribs or sliced roast beef. The restaurant was French, so many times the food reflected the cuisine. It was free until outsiders caught wind of it. They would come in, eat and not even order a drink, and then leave. The owner got so frustrated, he had to start charging everyone. It didn’t matter to us, it was a regular Saturday ritual. St. Patrick’s Day was a big holiday there, with corned beef and cabbage, Guinness and Harp’s and shots of Irish whiskey flowing everywhere. I miss the old days.
Unfortunately, it burned down several years ago. Oh well, I can’t eat or drink like that anymore, anyway.
Ina // March 17, 2008 at 4:14 pm
I read somewere that some people pronounce themselves Irish fot a day. So helloPaddy O’Knechel… are you having a good time today?
Marinade Dave // March 17, 2008 at 10:44 pm
Yez’m.
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