Stoned & Throned
Just in case you didn’t know, the World Stone Throwing Championships were held in Corofin in Clare yesterday (fast forward to 17mins 50secs in the link for details).
In a place called Campbells Yard. Which is exactly what it sounds like. A yard at the back of a pub owned by Mr and Mrs Campbell.
As far as I know, this is the seventh time the event has been held - no doubt it started as drunken shenanigans one pissed up Bank Holiday weekend, and Clare being as mad a county as you’ll find anywhere even on a normal weekend, the locals decided to turn it into an international sporting event.
Basically, it all sounds like a mighty hape of good old fashioned craic. You get to fuck a big lump of a rock at a glass bottle on a spike at the other end of the yard, and the person who causes the most carnage at the end of the day is crowned the king of the World and gets his or her pick of the single sheep / rams in Corofin to call their own for the night.
They also get their name painted on the wall of the pub. How cool is that?
If only I heard about this last week.
I’m already booking myself into Sean & Patsy’s B&B in time for next years event. I’ll practice over the next twelve months by chucking my totally shit Creative Zen repeatedly at a wall.
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Booze and stone throwing-dare I say-a 5th National sport? or at the very least a replacement for Rounders, which is a load of bollox
I’d avoid staying anywhere just a stone’s throw away. Plus, Sean and Patsy might not be together this time next year. *Taps nose* I’ve heard some things and that’s all I’m saying.
Patsy is a slut