Anecdotes: The Blarney Stone

Kissing the Blarney Stone

I want to announce my next workshop “Autumn in France” to be next October 2nd. It will be in Bordeaux, Dordogne, and Toulouse. If you go to the top of my blog and click on the link, you can read the description. Join me for a great visual experience, seeing places that few people won’t ever be able to.

This is my first post under a new category I call Anecdotes. In my online class with the BPSOP and in my “Stretching Your Frame of Mind” workshops, I’m always telling fellow photographers stories of events or just funny things that have happened to me in my fifty-three year career as an advertising and corporate photographer. It’s time to start sharing these same stories with all the people that have been following my blog.

These are all factual incidents, and only the names have been changed to either protect the innocent or the people you can only look at and shake your head and wonder????????????

I was shooting a project in Ireland with my team that consisted of the Art director, my producer, and my first and second assistant. We had some time to kill and were in Cork. I had heard that the Blarney Stone was right outside the city so we decided to go and kiss it. At that time we really didn’t know what to expect, and truth be told we didn’t know that there was a Blarney Castle.

When we arrived at the castle we went looking for the Blarney Stone, thinking it was some rock nearby and all you had to do was walk up, bend down and kiss it. As the story and ritual goes, kissing the Blarney Stone gives you the gift of eloquence;or gab as some people call it. The kiss, turned out to be much harder than any of us thought. To kiss the stone we had to climb the stairs to the castle’s peak, then lean over backwards on the parapet’s edge. Although the parapet is now fitted with protective crossbars, it’s still very scary!!! Too scary for anyone else to do it but me and one of my assistants.

FYI, before the safeguards were installed, the kiss was performed with real risk to life and limb, as participants were held by the ankles and dangled bodily from the top of the castle.

Later that afternoon we were enjoying some libation at a tavern in downtown Cork. Across the room and in the corner were four really drunk locals that were boasting/laughing about all the times that after a day of consuming several pints of strong beer, they would sneak up to the Blarney Stone and take turns urinating on it. Needless to say that I immediately conjured up a mental picture and I’m here to tell you it was rather disgusting. It took two more pints to wash the taste away. The good news is that I was indeed given the gift of gab, so it’s been worth it…sort of!!!

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JoeB