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A quiet weekend of peaceful relaxation and thoughtful repose was not had by yours truly, and thank $deity for that amigos!!!
Friday: I took the day off from work, and made for the big smoke around 1:30, the grandest of traffic was had the whole way to the musical stylings of Alice IN Chains, System of a Down and Metallica.
Once I hit Dublin I made my way in on the Naas Road, going as far as the canal, and making a right. However I got a little bit sidetracked, the feckin luas has made it so that I had to head for the City Centre, and it was Christchurch before I got a right turn I could take. I made it to rathmines in plenty of time though, smiling all the way thanks to Jack Johnson, severe chilling of the out kind being done!!
I parked up in Joans place, Grosvenor Lodge, and stepped into her palatial flat (ive finally accepted that flats in Dublin are shite, but hers is on top of said shite pile)
A few minutes later after a bit of conversation ninger called and said his train was half an hour outside Dublin so we jumped into the car and made for Heuston
We got there 15 minutes before the train, so we waited…
And waited…
And waited some more…
The feckin train was a half hour late (/me grumbles...)
Anyway ninger and bauld DJ jumped into the micra, queue much thumping and slapping from DJ upon myself, Joan barely able to hold the car on the road as 30 stone of getting re-acquainted went on the back of the Micra (uuuu suits you sir!!)
Back to Rathmines we went and got changed, and ready to go to the concert, but first, fodder and pints. So I left DJ and Ninger and headed to Roddy Boland’s to meet Beano and Brendan O Brien, noice!!!
We had a few pints o cider, I had a lovely Cajun Chicken burger, Brendan had a standard lovely burger, and all was well with the world. Until DJ came in…Ah no, only messing, he was grand.
Joan then volunteered (or maybe ninger volunteered her, not sure J) to bring us to the RDS, and in we pilled into the Micra, Ninger and Joan in the front, DJ on the drivers side of the back, Brendan in the middle, and me on the left side of the back, poor Brendan!!!! There was much flexing of muscles, and accompanying crushing of Brendan!!!
Anyway, we went to the RDS and in we went, and literally as we walked through the gates GNR started, Welcome to the Jungle baby!! Oh Yeah
I my opinion they were brilliant, played some new stuff, that sounds pretty good, played loads of classics, one the best moments was Axl wrapped in a Tricolour!! Classic moment indeed
After the concert we walked up to Ranellagh, and went to Russell’s, for a few drinks. I texted Barbara, who was out for beers with work, one of their crew was leaving like, so I headed off and met up with her in the Foggy Dew, a place I must say I could get very fond off. But being that she works with solicitors it was inevitable that some ass-cancer would demand we head to templebar and somewhere “nice”. The fuck-stick in question didn’t even work with Barbara, I found out the next day, and had a penchant of the gayest pink shirts available, the kind of gay shirt that if a gay man say him wearing it he would say to the pink shirt wearer “Dude, don’t be such a fag”
We went to “The Morgan”, this pretentious so far up its own hole it can count its teeth from behind place, not exactly my style, and my opinion went further down hill upon trying to get a drink, the pricks. The less said the better, but I was the scruffiest person there, in my Gods Gift t-shirt, and I was so fucking proud of it words escape me…
After the pints and whisky (cheers babs) we went home.
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