BGRH Wall of Fame

Slow Motion

Following on from this post http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=57351354&postcount=1 I think it is incumbent on the brothers and brotherettes to acknowledge those whose lives are testament to the ethos of this place and submit the above gent as the first star on the BGRH wall of Fame. The only requirements are a life led in the style to which we are acustomed and......well... death! So what other stars shall we add? *













*Wimmens are allowed too, death is an equal opportunites employer!

OldGoat

I respectfully tender John Bonham as a candadate for a place on the Wall .

Fratton Fred

I think Winston Churchill should be Patron Saint.

Not for his politics, but for his well known drinking ability and his fantastic quotes and one liners.

"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire".

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals".

Nancy Astor: “Sir, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.”
Churchill: “If I were your husband I would take it.”

or my favourite

Bessie Braddock: "Winston, your drunk!
Churchill: "Bessie, your ugly, and tomorrow morning I shall be sober

Fratton Fred

Fratton Fred wrote: »

I think Winston Churchill should be Patron Saint.

Not for his politics, but for his well known drinking ability and his fantastic quotes and one liners.

"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire".

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals".

Nancy Astor: “Sir, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.”
Churchill: “If I were your husband I would take it.”

or my favourite

Bessie Braddock: "Winston, your drunk!
Churchill: "Bessie, your ugly, and tomorrow morning I shall be sober

+1

Slow Motion

I believe Winnie also gave us "Lies, damn lies and statistics!" but I am open to correction on that one!

The Bollox

Oscar Wilde has to be one, especially for this gem:

after coming back from the jacks with his cock out
woman in pub "Oscar! you're thingy is sticking out!"
Oscar "don't flatter yourself, madam, it's HANGIN' out"

Spike Milligan

On his gravestone

''I told you I was ill''

The Recliner

I know he has his own thread but surely Pa Trout deserves to be up there

Fratton Fred

The Bollox wrote: »

Oscar Wilde has to be one, especially for this gem:

after coming back from the jacks with his cock out
woman in pub "Oscar! you're thingy is sticking out!"
Oscar "don't flatter yourself, madam, it's HANGIN' out"

not sure we should have someone on the wall who batted for the opposition though.

George Best should be up and i think Rab C Nesbitt deserves a mention

trout

Personally, I'd have Oscar Wilde before George Best any day.

I think the fairest way to do this would be a poll ... so people can vote.

If I get a burst of energy later on, I'll throw up a poll ... and see how that flies.

In the interest of fairness, everyone who's got a mention so far will be candidates ... and we'll see how the stats add up.

Any more likely lads ... post here with yore suggestions and reasoning (if any is required).

Fratton Fred

Three more heroes of mine then

Buster Blood Vessel
Suggs
Shirley Crabtree

trout

Fratton Fred wrote: »

Three more heroes of mine then

Buster Blood Vessel
Suggs
Shirley Crabtree

They're not all dead ... are they

_blank_

Fratton Fred wrote: »

not sure we should have someone on the wall who batted for the opposition though.

As stated in the OP. BGRH is an equal opportunities alehouse.

Race, creed or private life is no barrier to the Brotherhood.

Gender is though. Wimmins must be Brotherettes.

nice1franko

Brendan Behan
Luke Kelly

+1 for Pa Trout

_blank_

nice1franko wrote: »

Brendan Behan
Luke Kelly

Ronnie Drew also then.

Fratton Fred

trout wrote: »

They're not all dead ... are they

oh yeah, missed that bit.:o

Big Daddy is and Buster Blood Vessel almost was.

Suggs is still moonstomping around the place though.

bealbocht

Brendan Behan.. I hear he was fond of a jar or two..

smashey

George Bernard Shaw...

Alcohol is a very necessary article... It makes life bearable to millions of people who could not endure their existence if they were quite sober. It enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

"Madam, if I gave you a million pounds, would you sleep with me?"
"Certainly", replies the woman.
"Well then", responds Shaw, "would you sleep with me if I gave you a single pound".
"Certainly not! How dare you offer that! What do you take me for?" replies the woman.
"We've already established that" says Shaw. "We are merely quibbling about the price."

Slow Motion

I know I'm a dub and have certain feelings towards the peoples republic of Cork, but no wall of BGRH fame would be complete withought the "Wayward child" that is Rory Gallagher!


On a side note the only requirement for being on the wall is living a BGRH life and being dead, age, race, sex or sexual orientation are no bar in this bar!

smashey

Slow Motion wrote: »

I know I'm a dub and have certain feelings towards the peoples republic of Cork, but no wall of BGRH fame would be complete withought the "Wayward child" that is Rory Gallagher!


On a side note the only requirement for being on the wall is living a BGRH life and being dead, age, race, sex or sexual orientation are no bar in this bar!

Donegal man. :mad:

Slow Motion

smashey wrote: »

Donegal man. :mad:

I know, but they claimed him too! Anyway he was a hero to us all regardless, and I am proud to say an Irishman and the best guitarist ever bar none! BAR NONE!

smashey

Quit yore shouting or you'll get a *smack*

Slow Motion

smashey wrote: »

Quit yore shouting or you'll get a *smack*

I wasn't shouting, I was being emphatic!

nice1franko

Michael Malloy (1873 - February 22, 1933) was an Irish vagrant from County Donegal who lived in New York City, during the early twentieth century:

Murder of Malloy

The events that led to Malloy's death began in January 1933. He was, at the time, alcoholic and homeless. Five men who were acquainted with him, Tony Marino, Joseph Murphy, Francis Pasqua, Hershey Green, and Daniel Kriesberg (later dubbed "the Murder Trust" by the headlines), plotted to take out three life insurance policies on Malloy, and then get him to drink himself to death. The first part of the plot was successful, and (probably with the aid of a corrupt insurance agent) they stood to gain over $3,500 (almost $57,000 by 2008's standards by the CPI) if Malloy died an accidental death.

Marino owned a speakeasy, and gave Malloy unlimited credit, thinking it would soon put an end to him. Although Malloy drank for a majority of his waking day, which would kill an average man, it did not. To remedy this, Antifreeze, a deadly poison, was substituted for liquor, but still Malloy would drink until he passed out, wake up, and come back for more. Antifreeze was substituted with turpentine, followed by horse liniment, and finally mixed in rat poison.[1] Still, Malloy lived. The gang began to get creative, thinking raw oysters soaked in wood alcohol would do the trick (this idea apparently came from Pasqua, who saw a man die after eating oysters with whiskey, which was probably an anomaly). Then came a sandwich of spoiled sardines, carpet tacks, and metal shavings.

Realizing it was unlikely that anything Malloy ingested was going to kill him, the Murder Trust decided to freeze him to death. On a night when temperatures reached -14 degrees Fahrenheit (-26 °C), Malloy drank until he passed out, was carried to a park, dumped in the snow, and had five gallons (19 L) of water poured on his bare chest. (The gang had successfully used a similar method on their first victim the previous year.) Nevertheless, Malloy reappeared the following day for his drink. The next attempt on his life came when they hit him with Green's taxi, moving at 45 miles per hour (72 km/h). This put Malloy in the hospital for three weeks. The gang presumed he was dead, but were unable to collect the policy on him. When he again appeared at the bar, they finally decided to take an even more direct approach. On February 22, after he passed out for the night, they took him to Murphy's room, put a hose in his mouth that was connected to the gas jet, and turned it on. This finally killed Michael Malloy.

He was pronounced dead of pneumonia, and quickly buried. However, the members of the Murder Trust proved to be their own worst enemies — they talked too much and squabbled among themselves. Eventually police heard the rumors of what they did, and upon learning that a Michael Malloy had died that night, they had the body exhumed. When they discovered the actual cause of death, the five men were put on trial for murder. Green went to prison and the other four members were executed in the electric chair at Sing Sing.

Nevyn

Janis Joplin.

Latchy

Groucho Marx .

( i would buy you a parachute if i thought it wouldnt open )

robtri

Richard Harris...

Do I need say anything with this guys drinking habits.....

Gaspode

Desperate Dan. The clothes, the beard, the ned kelly, the cow pies.

smashey

deswalsh wrote: »

Desperate Dan. The clothes, the beard, the ned kelly, the cow pies.

Ahem,
<

---

tony 2 tone

Deleted User wrote: »

Spike Milligan

On his gravestone

''I told you I was ill''

+1 For having it in Irish "Dúirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite"

Degsy

Oliver Reed.

Latchy

Slow Motion wrote: »

I know I'm a dub and have certain feelings towards the peoples republic of Cork, but no wall of BGRH fame would be complete withought the "Wayward child" that is Rory Gallagher!

Saw him in the stadium back in the 80s .Brilliant ,no messing with that kid .

I tells ya boy .;)