Up The People’s Republic of Cork

And now for something completely different. As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains, only this morning in fact, The Langer Song came on the radio. So I finally got a chance to hear it, just 6 months after it was Number 1.

What is a langer? See here for essential information and the alarming news that the word langer is now in the Collins dictionary (surely the beginning of the end). Better still CT’s resident Cork sociologist, Kieran, has been there and done all that last June.

The best example of how to use the word langer is to be found in The Book of Feckin’ Irish Slang That’s Great Craic for Cute Hoors and Bowsies:

Corkwoman A: This carrot reminds me of me husband’s langer.

Corkwoman B: What, the size of it?

Corkwoman A: No, the dirt of it.

Just had to share that with you. Actually, I have my own langer story, though I’m afraid it involves celebrity name-dropping and obscenity.

Seven years ago, I was sitting in the now famous McCarthy’s Bar in Castletownbere, drinking a summer’s afternoon pint with Colin Farrell. We were joined by a guy called Sinbad who was a fan of Colin’s, even back then. Sinbad had on a bandana (hence his name), t-shirt and rather see-through white shorts. Half way through the second pint, I found my eyes drawn south. Colin registered my surprise and burst out;

“Jaysus Sinbad, you’ve the biggest fuckin langer I’ve ever seen in my life!”