Deeeey Sevurn, Carrick to Dublin

Rob is in the diary room
“I don’t like those other two, they keep pickin on me, I’m so fed up that my bike has shown it’s true colours, it’s a lump of poo in the guise of a C90, I know I trashed the arse of it yesterday but it didn’t need to break down”
Yes its true, Halflife has virtually blown his engine, the man at “2 Wheels r us” told us so. He noticed yesterday that his amazing 62mph sprint had a bad effect on his floundering machine, and today it only got worse. As we continually heard about.
After making it to the keebab shop last night and spelling out at least a dozen times our order to the imigrant shop owners (We all ordered Keebab meals for Euro 8.50, Al had fish and chips, Paul had a sponge finger in brie, and Rob had a fondue chicken, we all drank coffee, not the tea we had ordered) Al had we got involved in funeral celebrations where we listened to “cracklin rosie” 47 times. Possibly a favourite of the desceased or maybe the 67 year old pool wizard who continually hammered the Euros in to the juke box with a palm tree printed on it. Apparently today’s funeral was going to be followed by another tomorrow so the congregation, including Father Donaghee, the priest who had 12 Jamesons while we were there, had unanimously voted to spend the time between services in the pub. A man with 4 teeth began talking to Al, “Wheres ye from?” He spat, “ The UK” answered the fish gigalo, “Ahh Feck, I used to live in Newquay” He exclaimed and then went about his Guinness with a fervour rarely seen in modern days.
The whole congregation took the mickey out of our sleeping arrangements for the night, pronouncing the habitant ghosts to be “wwwwooooooooooo!!” scarey.
After having the 1 euro tour of Tinhalla golf club from Humphrey our host for the evening we made like bananas and split, Apparently Tinhalla Humprey was on the board of directors for tourism for the local town of Kilkenny. “Now boys, its great for an hour” he said many many many times, did that mean it turned shit after that? Did you contract some horrible illness after 60 minutes in the town? We thought it was worth the risk.
We found a little spot on the river, Al got himself excited and pulled out his rod and Gollobski and Halflife slept by the river bank. It was glorious, 3 men and their chasers, where is montmorency? Al fishing, Rob worrying about his bike and Paul sleeping. Our fish expert caught a fish, an 8oz trout, he also caught a leaf and Rob caught a twig so combined the collective catch was 3 times more than Scotty caught in France 3 weeks ago.
We then had to make an emergency stop at the local hospital, Al had contracted texters thumb, a modern illness for a modern guy. We should add that the worst part of this trip has not been the inclement weather, the breakdowns or the Lorry drivers but the continual Beep Beep of Al’s phone till 5am every morning. Its like Chinese water torture after an hour or two. Al noticed his thumbs were swollen at 4.15am yesterday as he was enjoying his post text sex cigarette through a little hole in his tent.
After Kilkenny we hammered the life out of our chasers and surprising made it to Dublin port one day early, The feeling was very moving and for all the piss taking and crap we write on this blog I was moved at actually achieving this. The weeks been so hard at times but we did it, we did what Danny in Joeys bar said we couldn’t, we did what many of you thought we were stupid for doing, its not going to change the world but I personally will take this with me to the grave.
We got an earlier boat and are heading back to Matty’s for a curry we hope and a chill out.
There will be a full update tomorrow but till then it au reviour from the 3 of us as we sail out of port on our way home. And by the way Rob’s bike is still buggared.