So...been in Dublin a few weeks now, living out of a suitcase. Joys of hotel life: noisy feckers slamming doors at all hours, extorinate bar/restaurant prices & having foreign room service kicking your door in on a Saturday morning when youre trying to catch up on your kip.
Joys of Dublin so far: trying to get used to this funny money, Euros - pronounced YoYo's, getting on the wrong train going nowhere near work, grumpy taxi drivers and almost getting knocked down by the Tram. I have also developed a new game which i play in Dublin, its called "spot the irishman" and its an extremely difficult game! Three cheers for the EU!
Thankfully there is lots and lots and lots of absolute stunners both at work and casually walking past my hotel just to tease me. Tonight i took the bus home..long queues waiting to get on the bus..2 women in their 50's kept trying to sneak past me in the queue, battle of wits, i kept making sure i moved in front of them. In the end the cheeky fuckers just walked right to the front of the queue and straight onto the bus. 50 other people in the queue pick their mouths up of the grounds. Daydream of putting queue jumpers head first out the back window.
Funny sign seen on the way into Derry city centre..someone had changed a 'car park spaces' sign to say "cak arse"