A Complete Explanation Of Everything

What a weekend.

Me old mucker, James (from Nationstates & see awesomelies in the links section), came over from London in the spirit of international geekery and we took a quick driving tour around the wilds of the west of the country.

First off, we stopped and visited Mark up in Drogheda, we visited a very scary pub, particularly scary on the basis that it was inhabited almost exclusively by Drogheda United fans. Twas an arctic night but Shels beating Bohemians to clinch the title brought some warmth, a very hospitable occasion all in all with much thanks to Aimee and Mark!

Setting off bright and early on the Saturday, we tracked across the country and made the west coast and Sligo in about four hours and would have caught the sunset if there had been one. It was a good old time in Yeat's country at Rosses Point. A quiet evening in with the locals was on the cards. Copious pints later, I got the bright idea of a swift Jameson before bed and I think that was why I was in fairly decent form on the Sunday. A quick tour around Drumcliff and some backarse country roads was made and then we sprinted back to Dublin.

120 km/h winds made the prospect of jaunting around the capital less than appealing, so a quiet night in with guitars and the old Wilco dvd and Big Dave's express liquor service was the solution.

So, 300 miles, a shed load of pints, wet and windy.

An authentic Irish experience.

"Horseman, pass by!"