friday

So on the weekend there was some sort of celebration about some guy ridding Ireland of snacks. The rules were that you had to wear green, have orange hair, drink heavily, look depressed (poetry optional) and have some english guy with you whose jovial spirits worsen yours. 

Here's me covering all of those with Penny's (and mine to a degree) friend Alex, from Liverpool or Manchester or some god awful place.

VICTORY!

Just round the corner from this photo Penny almost got ran down by a rogue on a rogue motorcycle and meanwhile I was setting all kinds of records on this game where you have to boot a ball as hard as you can. 610. Emails have been sent to Mehrts challenging him. 

International drinking rules are just that. Penny closely abides by them. I'm sure if St Pat saw us drinking that horrible CASS instead of Guinness he would have rolled over in his grave, or where ever Saints are buried.