That pull up out of Dingle on the Sunday afternoon of a stag is the worse feeling in the world ever
Mega hangover fear stuff?
There’s a real feeling of sadness alright but we took a Danny Healy Rae poster as a souvenir from our trip which lightened the mood on the way home.
The dawning realisation your on the way back to Laois I’d say
I had to drive it once on a Sunday morning and I dying, probably still 3 sheets to the wind; the one black mark against Dingle is the drive
You need one in the hand to get you out. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
I had to drive it once on a Sunday morning and I dying, probably still 3 sheets to the wind; the one black mark against Dingle is the drive
Its horrific when hungover, I dont mind it too much clane sober. But then, the view as you’re driving down to it is pure beauty.
It’s so hard to get to it makes it extra special. Coming over the Conor pass and into dingle on a Friday night in the dark is one of the great experiences a person can enjoy.
It’s a pity the train line was closed to it all the same
only if you were getting a blow job under the table
Enniskillen.
Don’t mind these stags abroad. What’s wrong with going to somewhere in Ireland for a few! If I ever get asked to stag abroad again, which looks unlikely, I won’t go unless said person is living abroad. Saying that, I am not in EIRE.
Head into Charlie’s Bar for an auld jive
Those jivers are mad into swinging