'Trip To Ireland'
The week before Christmas, the International Shed went to Ireland to see Colin, Deirdre and Magoo.
It took me the best part of 3 days to recover from the festivities.
We arrived quite late at about 11pm and as soon as we sat down the BC had given me a bottle of Stella, what a host!
Magoo was pretty pissed by the time we got there, he claimed he was drinking all afternoon,
more like he’d had a larger tops in the airport prior to the flight.
Also Deirdre was a bit wobbly on her feet as she had her Christmas office party that afternoon.
And with Carol not drinking too much, I felt obliged to drink like a fish…and I did.
By 1pm Magoo had gone to bed, next to fall was Deirdre and then Carol.
By 4:30am and a box of Stella later, it was time to collapse. The BC couldn’t sting two words together and neither could I.
Anyway, here is the following day at the Guinness factory.
Here is a little train that was used inside the Guinness factory. I’m telling BC that it requires go faster strips!
BC trying to decide how many barrels to drink!
Deirdre enjoying a Guinness.
Carol enjoying a Guinness.
Here is us all having a pint of the black shite. The reason I call it shite is that it made me feel so ill afterwards.
I bet a pint of Stella at the Stella factory wouldn't do that!
We managed to find a pub that had a couple of free stools. As you can imagine,
finding somewhere to sit the weekend before christmas in Dublin was pretty hard.
I was feeling fecking poorly at this point cos' of that tar I drank earlier.
Colin and Deirdre larking about. Deirdre is showing us how to do it with a strap-on!
After Deirdre's demonstration, BC is feeling a little sensitive.
This is what's going to happen in Scotland soon, no smoking in pubs - shady!
A few beers later and we are perking up a bit.
Magoo winking, very funny!
Finally, me and Carol pissing about. Thank goodness for larger!