Okay .. now in Dublin and that bloody plonker wants to go to another @#@$%^&* museum. Something to do with a bloody old bible ( Book of Kells ) and a drafty old library used by Harry Potter.
Okay enough of the culture let’s get into the real reason people go to Dublin. Whiskey or any loosely related alcoholic substance… gotta love the Blarney kiss.
So after a little tipple at the Whiskey Museum I run into an abused brother at an Irish Pub… Check that mug in the mirror, he is one of the walking dead. Brother Bashed didn’t want to escape… they say it’s something called Stockholm syndrome.
Shot of me trying to dob him into to the local Garda… man they are mean buggers in downtown Dublin on a Sat night.
It appears all the ladies like the DIVM .. and that’s not the bloody vehicle licensing ministry either, although it probably rotates its clients just as fast.
Next I am near a 9000 year old lease at the Guinness Factory.
Tasting went a bit wrong but got my cert anyway, !@#$@#W% what’s that bald old prick Hurley doing here he should be living out his dotage in Island Bay.
Next we have some surfing action …. There is a video that Methuselah Taylor will like it if it posts.
The oldest pub in Ireland has @#@#W%^ Jail Bait Mussels….. but being the rebel I am just had to try. Then who can resist this promotional sign.
Finally I wasn’t aware that Whale Oil was over here,, but hell there she blows boys, …. A Pete’s Pub special.
