“When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, ’tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.”

We survived the threats of leprechaun kidnapping, swooning from beautiful accents and forgetting where we were due to too much Guinness.

We also survived a godforsaken sh*t hole (I will strongly suggest you never go anywhere near there! Its photos are considerably better than reality) and moved swiftly on to somewhere considerably more acceptable with no flies on the walls and chewing gum on the duvet covers!

We rocked our hearts out at possibly one of the best concerts I have ever been to.







 Drank lots (but not too much) of the black stuff. Had a problem with access to begin with though!









Then I worked out you had to pay an entry fee and it all got a lot easier.  











Attempted to look like a member of the cast from Ashes to Ashes – with less panache, and more jumping about.

It’s the first time I have ever worn leg warmers and I have to say I was quite impressed with them. They may take up

residence in my wellies! 





 Rode on top of a bus, heard lots of interesting information on the bus, fell asleep on the bus. (oops) 









Went to the Zoo. (That’s a baby orangutan, not me!) 







Danced and danced and danced. 







All in all a good time was had. Came home rather sleep deprived.

Must. Do. Again.


One Response

  1. Oooh! I’ve stayed there before. It wasn’t that grotty, but I probably wasn’t in a very observant frame of mind, either.

    You look so 80s. Fabulous!

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