Young Rainey: I was in the Mace in Randalstown today and this hardcore Goth girl came in and you know what she’d got around her neck?
Hannah: A collar?
Young Rainey: No! A snake!
Nelly: A plastic snake?
Young Rainey: No! A real live snake! And you know those women who work in the Mace – they’ve been there since the Mace was built…
Nelly: You mean since Randalstown was built?
Young Rainey: Yeah right! Anyways they say, ‘What’s that you’ve got round your neck love?’ and the wee Goth says, ‘It’s a snake.’ And they step back and go ‘Aaagh!’
Nelly: What kind of a snake was it?
Young Rainey: Oh maybe a bull python or a rock python.
Hannah: And did she have a collar round her neck?
Young Rainey & Nelly: No! A snake!
Nelly: Can I blog this story?
Young Rainey: Aye, if you want.
Nelly: What shall I call you? Young Rooney?
Young David Rainey from Randalstown: You can call me whatever you want.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Saint Patrick, You Blert, We Need You
Young Rainey called round this evening. He told us the following tale.