And getting better.
8 is a good number. Let’s push it over….
∞ Yes, that’s better.
Go shove it up your pipe and salute it, you bunch of communist wankers.
FUCK OFF OUT
OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!
And where are my politicians? Oh yes, buying duck houses and having their balls waxed on my taxes.
It was the bracing wind that made me look a bit “bloated”, honest. This was the southwest part of county Clare. I was already a tad wet.
Still, at least it was light. And not 01:17 after John’s amazing BBQ sausage fest!
I can honestly say that I have been the happiest I have ever been. A fantastic evening out, great company, sausages, etc. Followed by great music, dancing and the best most lovliest company imaginable. If I could smile more, I’m sure my face would have split into two. Me and my Clare, so happy. So looking forward to our future. And so much in love. This is real. Truly. God, I’ve never felt like this ever before. I am so on cloud nine……
And unless Thomas can come up with the photographic evidence, I was definitely not sleeping at 03:00 am. Oh no.
Clare, I love you.
Managed to bag one.
A great pic of the little baby dolphin in the Shannon. Lots of them everywhere, but very hard to capture on film. A great couple of hours on a little boat. Took a while to find them, but they were following a schooner. Think they probably prefer that to the engine noise.
We then went to a very lovely cave system just outside Doolin, and much better than the Ailwee caves which is more like walking around a concreted place than Doolin, which was bending over a lot, wearing a hard had, and feeling like you were in the Descent film.
Was privileged to see the second biggest stalactite in the world. 100 metres below the surface. With the drip drip drip still making it bigger and bigger.
With the river below it running back to the sea.
It was a truly humbling experience.
Air temperature 17c, water temp slightly more bracing. Was great fun though. Lots of huge waves and no way was I not going to enjoy myself.
And anyway, the weather was breaking from the west.
Drying myself off afterwards in the wind was the coldest I have ever felt. Ever. I almost did a comical falling backing into the sea, which was roaring in.
And Clare laughed herself almost sick.
I was surprised, to say the least too!
What is really pissing me off is my girl is having to work longer hours because of these fecking arsehead rioting bastards. My landlord is out of the country for 2 weeks but I’ll hardly see her because of the feckless, arse-faced chimps. I just wish it pours with rain so they stay indoors, the filthy mong-sucking ass-wipes.
I’ll see her tomorrow night, but then not again until next weekend. It’s not good. Especially as we’ve been together for 2 weeks now, and I’ve loved every second.
The lot of them.
CnC, you need to step up and get some live ammo involved. Shoot the bastards!
Except for ginger weirdos hanging around outside your office, natch.
Very very nice food indeed. Lots of crack. Or is it Craic?
Anyways, I digress….
As this is tagged Illiteracy, there’s a rant coming.
What word, vegetable-related, do you think a famous Irish pub would be able to spell? Think Ireland, think…. potatoes.
So what do they go and do?
A fecking Baked Jacket Potatoe indeed.
God, give me strength!
But, if you ever go, do try the Steamed Mussels – just don’t order anything else, FFS. It is bloody enormous!
If you prefer meaty things, go for the Beef & Guinness Stew. That’s about half a cow.
Now that’ll be the Doonbeg golf course “place” up there. To the left is the sea. The track is very popular among 4x4 dudes out for a bit of sight-seeing.
Luckily, they didn’t.
Too rough for the View Larger Map' target=_blank>google-buggy to get to, unfortunately.
I do hope you don’t forget to keep your dog on a lead. Otherwise it’s a fine of E 1269.74.
And you can see here it’s a straight conversion from the oddly sterling-based fine amount. However, there are plenty of signs that just give the Euro version. How queer.
I wonder if you would have to provide the exact amount?
Anyway, one of the lovely things about Co Clare (and quite possibly other places too, but I’ve not been able to verify this yet) is that you always see little doggy chaps (and quite likely girlies too) trotting around the place, minding their own business. Nobody else in sight. Just a little hairy fellow trotting along to wherever he’s going.
And the other thing is that everything is soooo clean. No rubbish on the streets like over here. No dog poos, piles of vomit or half-consumed kebabs. Nope. Just clean streets.
Ireland is an amazing place, with amazing and very friendly people. I felt at home, with my new family. I’d like to take this opportunity to say thank you Brian & Tina for your welcome and giving up your house. Can’t wait to visit again as soon as possible. It’s quite astounding how at home I felt. Celts together, eh?
“Hello, I’m Colin. I’m not English”.
How welcoming? Well…. for example, I was in O’Neil’s pub during a lock-in, and had to go to the loo. Next to me stood some dude who I didn’t know. He turned to me and said “I hear this is the first time you are in Ireland. How are you finding it?”
I mean, what?
And I definitely DIDN’T fall asleep, ok Thomas?
I was just resting my eyes.