The trouble with Dublin is the women scare me and the men drive me round the bend on a regular basis. It’s got fog that’s wetter than rain and the city reeks of burnt barley. The community is incestuous and … Continue reading →
15. November 2005 by Caroline
Categories: Travel |
Tags: barley, central hotel, coming home, corrs, dublin, exchequer street, fog, groove, hard time, hg, maffia, midst, money, pales in comparison, pub lunch, rain, reeks, roast chicken, thing of beauty, wetter |
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(part I) (part II) Seamus is a big elderly American of Irish descent. He is in level 2. Of course he takes the car to drive around the corner to go shopping. On the third day he has a puncture. … Continue reading →
25. March 2002 by Caroline
Categories: Ireland |
Tags: beautiful view, benefactor, best bet, birgitta, bun, entire world, fog, frankness, gaeltacht, Ireland, irish descent, mackerel, nuns, oprah winfrey, oprah winfrey show, passage graves, peasoup, seamus, shopkeeper, third day, Travel, whiskey |
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