Saturday market in St Anneās Park is always a good option imnvho weather permitting. Get your lunch in one of the many food stalls or in Oliveās Room itself, get your juice/smoothie/coffee/ice cream cone, bring the hurls (not the hurleys) & have a puck around on the grass, good kidsā playground there too. Drop the older lads in a Fairview pub beforehand & drive up, dump the car on way back & join them for a quick pint or two.
Edit: quick pint or two of blackcurrant as youāll be driving back to Limerick.
Drive into somewhere beside the stadium and throw the car up on a kerb somewhere. Go in with the lads. Throw the young lad up on the high cuair with 15 bags of crisps, a jug of miwadi and a phone. Let him soak it all in as you have a heap of pints with the lads. Make sure you drink slower than the other lads though. Be at least one pint slower than the lad who is usually the sap. Stop drinking half an hour before the game so you can drive responsibly after. Head back to Tipp after with the windows open to keep yourself awake and the let out the smell of farts from the lads. The young fella will fall asleep from the sugar crash. When you get home throw him at mrs T, tell her its been very tough and you deserve a pint now and head off to the local. Job done.
That was actually the porpoise of the trip. It was our one day out last summer, on account of all sorts of curtailments and pressures. As it happens they wanted to go back in the first week of their holidaysā¦i think they might be as odd as their da.
My young lassie correctly identified picasso as a fraud, j.b. yeats as āclassā and vermeer vs caravaggio as āa tough oneā
