Oh Danny Boy......
A grand time was had by all during our weekend in Cork. Great food, walks, music and pubs. Guinness, Beamish and Murphy's do taste better in the Emerald Isle.Memories:-
- Sitting in Waxy's surrounded by 100s of Irish Man United fans as Everton clawed back from being 3-0 down at half time. Just a shame they couldn't re-create City's unbelievable comeback at White Hart Lane.
- Listening to fiddles, mandolins, guitars and bodhrans and knocking back the black stuff 'till the wee small hours of the morning in Spalpeen's.
- The grunts, screams and glottal stops filling the air as we sauntered past a Karate class on the crisp, clear Sunday morning after the rains of the days before.
- The friendliness of the locals. This really is a country well used to socialising.
- Finding a load of Irish City fans in Cashman's bar on Sunday afternoon as we settled down to watch the match against Birmingham. Sadly we were held to a nil-nil again.
"An inappropriate level of sharing" was the phrase used by American Airlines in an attempt to defend the happy-clappy, born-again dickhead who obviously thought he was flying for Jesus. Personally I would be suing the Airline for every last cent they had.
Given that the good folk of the US are suing Ms Jackson on account of her disgraceful breast baring causing them to "suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury", I think I should be able to extract at least a couple of million.
Incidentally I can understand outrage, anger and embarrassment, but just how the hell do you risk serious injury from viewing a naked breast on a TV screen? All suggestions welcome.
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