" Went to Norn' Iron hi "

This blablog of my jib jab suffered neglect for 10 long days. I went away from technology and was inducted into the North of Ireland. We did alot, I met alot of strong, entertaining characters.. to summarise them up would require it's own blog! Thus, I'll try and touch on a few bit n bobs without being batshit boring.. !

I met a slice of WeZ's chosen family, and became familiar with what felt like a foreign language. I got a feel for what foreigners must experience being exposed to Aussie slang. It's not English!
Tip: Know the meaning of Craic before you walk on Irish soil. Then, once you think you have the definition down pat, go to Derry and live it properly!
BAP - the van driving; fun loving; roaring frontman of Triggerman & Wez's heart; tour guide extrodinare; kindly shared his holiday with us like the proper hero he is!
I jumped is the Irish ocean. Call it whatever proper name you will.. it was FECKING FREEZING water!! The boys suggested with tough faces that it gets warmer. They lied. It didn't. I just went numb.



Post swim we drank some Feckin' whiskey to warm up from the inside out,

 listened to Planxty on the wire as the cows passed us by.

I dunno if it's humanly possible to experience anything more Irish !

 

 From tree huggin to head bangin...

We went along to a few Triggerman gigs with Bap

we watched......                              dressed up to sell....

and we had jager shots

Met some awesome people, drank too much and had a blast.

Now we're back home (a bizaare thing, to arrive at

Heathrow airport and be 'glad to be home'),

none of this 'back to reality post holiday' business.

I'm starting from Go..

 

The to do list stands:

Find a new home.

Decide what you wanna do and get a job.

 

 

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