6.50am on a bus from Galway to Dublin. It’s FREEZING cold, and raining, but what else does one expect of Ireland on the first official day of winter?
I have spent the last four/five days on Ireland’s west coast hanging out with the fabulous Irish girls from Korea. Kate’s 30th birthday party seemed like the best reason in the world to jump a plane from France to Dublin, then catch a ride with Caitriona and Fiona to Louisburgh via Westport.
Kate made it her mission that everyone have a great time at her party. The location: her parents holiday house in Louisburugh. The drink of choice: EVERYTHING. Can I just say that I can recall watching the All Blacks pummel France (game started at 7.30pm) and the rest of the evening gets very blurry from there on. Yes, I’ll leave it at that I think.
I love Ireland. It’s so much like New Zealand and the Irish people are absolutely the best, great craic.
Apart from wishing I could just crawl into a hole and die, I spent much of Sunday in the company of Kate, Jean and Peter learning interesting Irish slang. Some classic examples:
Bite the back of my bollocks – stop bothering me
Culchie – what a city person would call a country person
I could eat a baby’s arse through the bars of a cot – to be hungry
Locked – to be very drunk
You couldn’t turn a sweet in your mouth – when a place is very full
Yoke – used in place of ‘thing’, “gimmie that yoke there”
Yer man or yer wan – used because the speaker does not know the name of the person referred to, “give yer man from Dublin a call”
Diddle-e-dee potatoes – just kidding! Apparently no Irish person would ever say this.
I’m now on my way to Dublin airport to catch a flight to London, then a bus to Southampton where I’ll meet up with Jax and Steve for three days. Can’t wait!
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