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| Aonghas Pàdraig Caimbeul Geamaichean às dèidh Vasco Popa 1. seo mar a chluicheas tu an geama: seasaidh a h-uile duine ann an sreath agus canaidh iad 'mèè-mèè' mar chaoraich. an neach nach can e gu ruitheamach raidheamach is e esan a' chaora dhubh, agus thèid a dhubhadh às. 2. gheibh thu dusan ugh circe agus brisidh tu iad air an làr. gheibh an neach a chuireas na h-uighean air ais còmhla duais: omellette. 3. feumaidh tu ròpa mòr airson seo cuir an sluagh ann an dà bhuidheann agus thoir aon cheann dhen ròpa do gach buidheann agus iarr orra slaodadh. thalla fhèin dhan taigh-seinns’ an uair sin agus leig leotha na thogras iad a dhèanamh às leth na gàidhlig. 4. Feumaidh a h-uile duine a dhol chun na h-aibhne as fharsainge anns an sgìre. an sin, tagh an neach as laige o mheas an t-sluaigh, agus cuideachd an neach as làidire. an uair sin iarr air an fhear bheag am fear mòr a chur air a dhruim agus a ghiùlain tioram tarsainn na h-aibhne. aon uair 's gun tèid am fear beag fodha, feumaidh an ath fhear as laige snàmh a-mach agus àite a ghabhail, 's mar sin air adhart. nuair nach bi aon duine lag air fhàgail, tha an gèam seachad. 5. feumaidh tu tabhartas on riaghaltas son seo: aon uair 's gum faigh thu an barantas ceannaich grunn mharagan o Charlie Barley agus gairm cuirm. cuir ceann reamhar gach maraig aig aon cheann dhen bhòrd agus faic cò am buidheann a gheibh an tè as motha. an uairsin sgrìobh aithisg mu dheidhinn 6 seann dùbhlan: tha gèadh agad, agus poca sìl, agus sionnach (airson adhbhar air choireigin). feumaidh tu am faighinn uile tarsainn an locha. ma bheir thu an gèadh agus an sìl san sgothaith, ithidh an gèadh an sìol, 's mar sin air adhart... ciamar a gheibh thu na tri nithean, agus thu fhèin, tarsainn? chan eil sìon a dh' fhios agamsa: feuch Google. 7. an geama mu dheireadh: cluich seo ann an ciaradh an fheasgair, dìreach mus tèid a' ghrian fodha. feumaidh a h-uile duine suidhe sìos sàmhach. duine sam bith a nì fuaim, tha e a-mach às a gheama. Games after Vasco Popa 1. here's how you play the game: everyone stands in a line and they all say 'mee-mee' like sheep. the one who can't say it exactly like a sheep, he's the black sheep and will be black-listed. 2. you get a dozen hen's eggs and smash them on the ground. the one who can put all the eggs back together gets the prize: an omelette. 3. you need a large rope for this divide the gathering into groups and give one end of the rope to each of the groups and tell them to pull. then head off to the pub and let them do whatever they want in the name of gaelic. 4. Everyone needs to go to the widest river in the district. there, choose the weakest member in the group, and also the strongest. then tell the weak one to put the strong one on his back and carry him dry across the river. as soon as the first weak one drowns, the next weakest one must swim out and take his place, and so on. when no weak people are left, the game is over. 5. you need a grant from the government for this once you get the grant purchase a number of black-puddings from Charlie Barley and declare a feast. put the thick end of the black-puddings at one end of the table and see which group gets the biggest one. then write a report about it. 7. an old challenge: you have a goose, and a bag of seed, and a fox (for some reason). you need to get them all across the loch. if you take the goose and the seed in the boat, the goose will eat the seed, etcetera... how will you get the three things, and yourself, across? I haven't the faintest idea: try Google. 7. the final game: play this at twilight, just before the sun sinks. everyone needs to sit down silently. anyone who makes any noise, is out of the game. Celia de Fréine
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Sos Cogaidh Léim anuas ded’ chapaillín spágach piebald, tar i leith gan néall buille ná luan amhrais id’ thimpeall agus bainfeadsa clogad mo chlaontachta díom. Nach cuimhin leat mé, a fhir theann dhubh, nó an bhfuil an sciamh chéanna orainn uilig id’ shúilibh? Ar imeall Chill Mocheallóg tharraingis scian orm. Is cé gur ormsa a bhí do bhior dírithe bhí sé ar nós nár fhaca tú éinne, bhí sé ar nós gur throidis le scátha. Is cé gur agatsa ‘bhí greim ar an chos, do bhraitheas mar lia ag faire frithluail, toisc scian do leigheas ar gach aicíd dod’ chás. Níl fonn orm riamh toil dheona a cheilt ach ní féidir linn cumhacht seantaithí a shéanadh, ‘cuireann uisce le fiacla chon agus dhuine. ‘Gus an gcloífidh an beirt againn galar seo Pavlov, chun go gcífear an duine taobh thiar den aghaidh fidil gan néall, gan luan, gan clogad ná scian?
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