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Ireland was great. Just tremendous. I met up with the Martian and some of his mates. I had met Morris, Patty, and Alistair on one of the Martian's trips to Madrid.
It was raw cold and rainy - such is Ireland. We hung out in the pubs, watched football and rugby and played pool. The only numbered ball is the 8, the others and yellow and red, and they all are smaller than our typical pool balls. And the tables are tiny. But I held my own.
The Guinness is delicious. Tasty and fresh. But you don't want to be a toilet bowl the day after someone has been drinking it.
On Saturday we went out for a breakfast that included eggs, beans, bacon that was a a big slab of pig, pudding, beans, toast and chips! It was about as much heart clogging goodness as i normally eat in a month.
Chinese for dinner. Ummmmm.....crispy aromatic duck.
You can bet on sports legally there. You just walk into the bookie. I bet 5E on three matches to draw. But it doesn't pay 29 to 1 because it's easy. I lost all three games.
Okay - more tales to follow soon. I feel my gravity eyelids coming down.
Lastly, every time i don't blog for more than 2 days my Mum thinks i've been abducted by ETA terrorsits!
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