I’m just back from a terrific weekend in Ireland with Murph and the lads. It was great to see the old flatmate looking chirpy and well sorted (new girlfriend, new job, new house- I must have been holding him back)
We drove down to Murphs brothers beautiful holiday cottage in Donegal and had a wild weekend taking advantage of Irelands flexible drinking laws in some fine little pubs. England even beat Argentina in the football. That was another one of a huge number of great value bets that I meant to make but didnt.
On sunday I was given the tour of Belfasts badlands and ended up following an Orange march down the Shankhill road- rather a disturbing experience for a good Catholic lad from Jarrow. I have to say I was pretty pleased that they didnt cop on that their parade was being followed by a car full of unrepentant fenian boys.