A face like a plasterer's radio
Wouldn't hit Clery's window with a brick
Could stop a police horse at 50 foot
A face that would turn milk sour
Knickers up and down like the Assyrian Empire
Sweatier than Mae West's gusset
etc
Ye have a face on you like a bag of walnuts
You wouldn't ride her in to battle
Youd see bigger men on a wedding cake
Ye have a face on you like a melted welly boot
In the lexicon of life in Kilfenora in the 1970s, the following were some of the lesser insults:
Gom.
Brom
Bodach.
Latchico.
Noodie-Nadie.
Carrahan.
Glugger.
Lubber.
Bostoon.
Routaile.
Plike.
Cracaile.
Stroil.
Molly.
Oinseach.
Libe.
Oh and the ultimate put down? To have a face like the letter Zed
I wouldn't get up on her to get over a wall
He couldn't shoot Derry if it was flying over him
You've a mouth on ye like a pair of turned down wellingtons
A face like a bishops knee
Would ride the crack in a tile
The tide wouldn't take her out
If a stick of dynamite went off inside his head, it wouldnt even wreck his hair!
A face on you like a rats abortion
Best part of you ran down your mothers leg
Quote from: Muzz on October 14, 2016, 01:30:31 PM
A face on you like a rats abortion
Best part of you ran down your mothers leg
Jeez .. now there's insults
I think "Gobshite" generally does the job.
Quote from: seafoid on October 14, 2016, 10:46:06 AM
In the lexicon of life in Kilfenora in the 1970s, the following were some of the lesser insults:
Gom.
Brom
Bodach.
Latchico.
Noodie-Nadie.
Carrahan.
Glugger.
Lubber.
Bostoon.
Routaile.
Plike.
Cracaile.
Stroil.
Molly.
Oinseach.
Libe.
Oh and the ultimate put down? To have a face like the letter Zed
Oinseach my national school teacher from spiddal used to use that one on us another on she had was Stochán
Im guessing the spelling ive never seen it written down
one we used to use was Baluba
not knowing a tribe in the congo that shot irish soliders , I thik it was common usage , don't hear it much now
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niemba_Ambush
Quote from: rosnarun on October 14, 2016, 04:40:28 PM
Quote from: seafoid on October 14, 2016, 10:46:06 AM
In the lexicon of life in Kilfenora in the 1970s, the following were some of the lesser insults:
Gom.
Brom
Bodach.
Latchico.
Noodie-Nadie.
Carrahan.
Glugger.
Lubber.
Bostoon.
Routaile.
Plike.
Cracaile.
Stroil.
Molly.
Oinseach.
Libe.
Oh and the ultimate put down? To have a face like the letter Zed
Oinseach my national school teacher from spiddal used to use that one on us another on she had was Stochán
Im guessing the spelling ive never seen it written down
one we used to use was Baluba
not knowing a tribe in the congo that shot irish soliders , I thik it was common usage , don't hear it much now
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niemba_Ambush
any time my friend's mother came across a stupid woman driver she would say "friggin oinseach"
As do bholg nar thaga se
More of an ill judged compliment - "You don't sweat much for a big woman".
A HISTORY OF IRELAND in 100 insults.
1. May a cat eat you, and may the devil eat the cat.
2. Short life to you on this side and hell on the other!
3. The curse of Cromwell upon you!
4. The Irish are a fair people. They never speak well of one another.
5. The man recovered of the bite\The dog it was that died.
6. He gave what little wealth he had\to build a house for fools and mad\And shew'd by one satyric touch\No nation wanted it so much.
7. He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue.
8. Being born in a stable does not make a man a horse.
9. Amadán.
10. Ludramawn.
11. Sleeveen.
12. Shoneen.
13. Póg Mo Thóin.
14. They took the soup.
15. He took the Queen's shilling.
16. You have disgraced yourselves again.
17. Remember the Duke of Gloucester\the dirty oul' imposter\He took his mott and lost her\Up the Furry Glen.
18. Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
19. Get up ye bowsie, and clean out your cell.
20. You sc**bag, you maggot, you cheap lousy f**got.
21. The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable (Oscar Wilde on fox-hunters).
22. He hadn't a single redeeming vice.
23. If you laid all the economists in the world end to end, they still wouldn't reach a conclusion.
24. The cream of Ireland: rich and thick (Samuel Beckett on Trinity College).
25. Bog-trotter.
26. Biffo.
27. Baluba.
28. Blueshirt.
29. Ye chancer, ye!
30. Fur coat and no knickers.
31. Pure mule.
32. Plastic Paddy.
33. A face that would turn milk.
34. A face only a mother could love.
35. The head on him, and the price of cabbage.
36. He wouldn't get a hug off a bear.
37. The tide wouldn't take her out.
38. Persil wouldn't shift her.
39. He's an eejit.
40. He's a buck-eejit.
41. He's the two ends of an eejit.
42. He's thick out.
43. Gurrier.
44. Langer.
45. Latchico.
46. Thooleramawn (c. Myles na gCopaleen).
47. Turnip-snagger (ditto).
48. A streptococcus-ridden gang of natural gobdaws (ditto again).
49. Skanger.
50. All to one side, like the town of Fermoy.
51. Beef to the heels, like a Mullingar heifer.
52. A bigger bollocks never put his arm through a coat.
53. He'd eat his dinner out of a drawer.
54. He'd peel an orange in his pocket.
55. He still has his Communion money.
56. He wouldn't spend Christmas.
57. He has a great welcome for himself.
58. He's running around like a dog with two mickeys.
59. Mountainy.
60. Muck-savage.
61. They're only a bunch of Mullockers.
62. A mouth on her like a skipping rope.
63. He couldn't beat nails into a bog with a saucepan.
64. He's as useful as tits on a bull.
65. Lundy.
66. Croppies lie down!
67. Fenian.
68. Kick the Pope.
69. Black Orange Bastard.
70. The Government of Éire.
71. The dreary steeples of Fermanagh and Tyrone.
72. Bandit Country.
73. A failed political entity.
74. Mexicans.
75. One team in Ireland\There's only one team in Ireland.
76. Michel Platini – not a great player.
77. It was only handbag stuff.
78. You were a crap player. You're a crap manager. The only reason I have any dealings with you is that somehow you are the manager of my country . . . (etc, etc).
79. Puke football.
80. Five-in-a-row me arse.
81. If it was raining soup, he'd be holding a fork.
82. Stickie.
83. West Brit.
84. Holy Joe.
85. Head-banger.
86. Distinguished bodhrán player.
87. As thick as manure but not as useful.
88. Brilliant but useless, like a lighthouse in a bog.
89. "Try the f***ing window!" (Charlie Haughey to a TD struggling to find the exit door in his wood-panelled office).
90. People need to know where the Taoiseach sleeps at night.
91. That's women for ye!
92. Droning on like a monsignor down a bad line from Medjugorje.
93. Trying to ask a question of the Taoiseach is like playing handball against a haystack.
94. You're only a waffler.
95. The evil of two lessers.
96. Creepin Jesuses.
97. Left-wing pinkoes.
98. He's just a shiver looking for a spine to run up (copyright former Australian prime minister Paul Keating – Irish granny rule invoked).
99. Ye're all a bunch of wife-swapping sodomites.
100. He has Irish Alzheimer's: it makes you forget everything except the grudges.
all the accuracy of a Mayo forward
44 ends of a cnut
Londonderry