Kinsale…

 

I’m going to take a trip back to the ol’ sod….  I’ll hop on one of these things:

While I’m waiting in the airport, I’ll sit at the bar, and have a few pints of the loosening juice and read a few pages of my book

The pints always get me in the mood for going out slapping backs in Kinsale after I touch down…  First port of call is the Greyhound, have a sniff around, see who’s about… then I’ll get dragged to the Bulman which is a bit of a trek, but the sister’s a big fan of the place and she’s doing the chauffeuring.  So off to the Bulman:

If it’s a blustery night, you’ll always feel it over at the Bulman because it sits at the edge of the harbour.  A few more pints to get the beer coat on…and if we’re lucky there might be some of this going on:

 

It’s close to closing, so away back into town, tuck ourselves safely into a pub before last call.

Then if I’ve enough pints in me, I may be persuaded to go to the local nightclub, God forgive me – terrible kip of a place – the white lady, they still have a slow set there where men come up and ask you to dance to the likes of “Unchained Melody” etc.  If you go out for a dance with any of the ol’ codgers, you’ll soon be wrestling with more than you bargained for… This is the white lady:

Away home in a taxi – Mike will be driving, he’s sound.  He always remembers me and we have great craic driving him mad on the way home.  Next morning, I’ll cook Jerry, my Brother one of my world famous breakfasts.  After, he will mark it out of ten.  I always get about 9 and a half out of 10.  He’ll dock me half a mark for the smallest things…just to be annoying.  He loves when I come home cuz he gets quality brekkies…

I might take a walk out the old head of Kinsale to clear away the cobwebs:

 

If my Brother, Johnny is in from sea, he might give me a tuna like he did the last time:

If not, I’ll head into fishy fishy:

This place is amazing.  They have the best food in the world.  I might go for something like this:

Might have a pint of Kinsale Lager to keep it company in me belly:

They say that Kinsale lager doesn’t have any chemicals in it, so you can drink it to your hearts content without getting a hangover. 

Did you know that a giant lived in Kinsale once?  His name was Patrick Cotter O’ Brien and he was born in 1760.  His shoe is inside in the museum in Kinsale.  I don’t know where his other shoe is.  He was eight foot and three inches and was the tallest man in the world at the time. When he was 18, a travelling showman discovered him working as a bricklayer and brought him to England to star in his “freak of nature” show.  

There you have it…