Well, that's me back in the bosom of Mother Edinburgh. Place of my birth, land of my forefathers, home of my loved ones, scenery of my life, position of my physical presence... Etc etc etc. Continue ad nauseum...
The only thing that I found to be unpleasant was watching Scotland get humped 37-17 at rugby, by a bunch of Italians who looked like a big bunch of jessies, whilst two extremely large and vicious looking Engerland fans made remarks about Scotland being the worst team in the six nations. (Fortunately Engerland were later pumped 43-13 by the Irish team and I sat basking in the sunshine when an entire pub full of Irish took the piss out of the two, very lonely and depressed, Engerland fans.)
The rest of the time In Ireland was as nice as it could possibly be. Angie, my dad and I went drinking, went to a race meet and generally tooled around enjoying each others company. I displayed my remarkable talent for losing bets, my dad showed his coolness by not getting all clinchy when I rolled a joint in front of him and Angie showed us both a great time.
3 comments:
Welcome home boyo.
beaten by the Italians...... VIVA ITALIA!!!!!!!!!
Salagatle!
Welcome back....
Being an American, I have a tremendously difficult time understanding Rugby. I spent two weeks in England last March where I made a desperate attempt to understand the game but to no avail. I hope this means we can still be friends.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself in Ireland. Bienvenue!
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