Donegal
Camping (in Donegal on a pretty beach with padzor, roo, deedub and peter, for those of you not paying attention) was fan-bloody-tastic, marking my introduction to fun new intoxicants, and to chat up lines such as "Do you like my new tractor? It's got a chrome loadbox, y'know. Top-of-the-range".
On Friday night our beach was deserted and we had a lovely chilled evening with much chat and craic. On Saturday night a travelling rave turned up, and our beach was invaded by loads of steeky farmers' kids. We slept on the sand, saw the sun rise over the bay, slept all day. Sunday night saw the beach deserted again, and again we slept outside and watched the dawn. A semi-religious experience led to a name change from Kinnego Bay to The Blessed Beach. No hangovers all weekend, though we surely deserved them.
Tonight padzor and I went to a political caberet put on by Ballynafeigh Community House. It was fairly awful, but the band who played in the interval were just plain painful. Why would anyone choose to perform under the name "Electric Bananas"?
On Friday night our beach was deserted and we had a lovely chilled evening with much chat and craic. On Saturday night a travelling rave turned up, and our beach was invaded by loads of steeky farmers' kids. We slept on the sand, saw the sun rise over the bay, slept all day. Sunday night saw the beach deserted again, and again we slept outside and watched the dawn. A semi-religious experience led to a name change from Kinnego Bay to The Blessed Beach. No hangovers all weekend, though we surely deserved them.
Tonight padzor and I went to a political caberet put on by Ballynafeigh Community House. It was fairly awful, but the band who played in the interval were just plain painful. Why would anyone choose to perform under the name "Electric Bananas"?