Author: me@grevious.rocks

So this is Blarney Castle home to the Blarney Stone. Remember to ask the plonker about the stripped rock at the base of the castle … it’s a crap shot really.

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So the Blarney Stone is at the top of the castle. We all know Lynda is scared of heights but she made it to the top with me .

So where is the Blarney stone … its outside which requires you to lean out to kiss it. So the plonker did it and I kissed it and also kissed it with my arse. So next time I fart you will not only smell it but it will eloquently inform you that it has happened.

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Lynda found a Poison Garden with this crazy white flower. Next thing you know I’m hanging from a cage ala “Grevious in the Cage with Triangles”.

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Any hoooow check out these psychedelic nipples !!!!

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It’s a long way to …………….. ( and a bloody long drive to boot )

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The real estate around here is pretty trashy.. lots of dumps starting with “Ross” and OldRoss is just a sealed goat track that the rental car still hasn’t got over. When the Irish say 100 Km/hr it’s actually a joke but that bloody plonker tries to drive to the speed limit.

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The plonker reckons Tipperary would suit his sister as there seems to be a pub with her name written all over it. Bet she loves him too !!!!

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The French share their beach’s,,, lots of public access on the FR. So St Tropez started of as a sleepy little port then expanded into a monster taking the overflow from Monte Carlo. Some of the yachts were so large it took more than two wide angle shots to capture them. Note that you must not only have the yacht but the matching car is also required.

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Any Hoow found some other sights there and a bit of booty as well.

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Surprise family reunion. Who would have thought.

Had a meal at this place with the most humungus open plan multi sex toilet. Nothing beats taking a constitutional watching the tourists walk past below you.

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Of to Cannes to see the red carpet and get booted around a bit.

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Lastly a look a daily attire for men on the FR… note patrons of the GM in Wellington need not apply.

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The Italian Rivera. Okay avoid this place like the plague. Las Vegas is less ruthless in screwing the last dollar out of you. Most of the beaches are leased or privately owned so you have to pay for a deck chair or changing room or both. Driving along the shore line you can’t see the coast as its blocked by the changing sheds.

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The next two photos show how the rich see the Monte Carlo GP, then the locals.. us tourists heard the noise and saw something flash into a tunnel.

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Some houses and a rat Lynda made me hang out with… the b$&$%^

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Finally got to Nice for a feed. Then got lost on the way home. The plonker said I should join the Legion Etrangere, he reckons they would kick the stuffing outta me …

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Its all just to much .. gotta get some sleep

Another walled medieval town/city. The plonker reckons it needs to be fortified to keep No 1 son away from the chocolate fountain.

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Then we found some leaning tower and its two associated buildings. I tried to kicked the b@$!&@^$ over but there were too many prat tourists taking photos of holding it up. Would have been nice to crush some of the hordes descended from the Khan.

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The Cavillers building on the way to the tower and a close-up of a head. No not Max Head !! There was no room

A pic of Portofino in the rain, so all beach resorts look crap when the sun don’t shine
Genoa,. Apparently this prat called Christopher Columbus was born there but #$%^ him the place is a dump

The guide said check out this hilltop town and the Tuscany countryside. Well F@&^% %^ #$%^! If it didn’t rain and make things miserable. First 4 pic’s show total lack of pic taking ability.

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So then I left the hotel and laughed at how some prat had parked his Smartcar. The plonker reckons we should have stayed in Florence as there was so much to discover. He should know he conned Lynda into spending all her Euro’s on a leather backpack.

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So of to the pub and I meet this beautiful person, in my defence I had had a few beers. Me and the BP were well on the way when the plonker told me we were off home …. And leave the damn bush pig behind. Well like he has taste !!!!!

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Leaving Rome for Florence. After putting me through the wash that #$%^& Lynda makes me sniff the daisies for a photo,

Then she took some video of the Rome road rats (scooters). Will have to post that separately
After a few wicked hairpins down a little hill range there appears another walled city. Note the image quality isn’t due to the plonkers inability to take photos, it is due to the distances involved and the atmospheric haze that results.

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Finally two views of Ponte Vecchio, a Medieval stone closed-spandrel segmental arch bridge over the Arno River, in Florence, Italy, noted for still having shops built along it, as was once common. Butchers initially occupied the shops; the present tenants are jewellers, art dealers and souvenir sellers. They say reference to the bridge first appears in a document of 996.

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So this is Downing Street… now closed to the public cause the biggest Knob in the land lives here. Well watch me use that tart Lynda as a decoy.

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Oh crap spotted, oh no moving back through the gates. In the poo now next thing you know I will be in the tower
…. Shudder

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Bugger they even have a box to ship me out.

Being tortured in the Tower but these Ground Apples are a bit slow. Got some keys … found some crowns and meet Henry the VIII who helped me escape , but the b@#$%^&&* wanted 99 % of the take. F#^% was I diddled.

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But at least he took me to a local pub to celebrate the deal and bought me a beer. Not sure about the hung drawn and quartered bit though. Maybe that beer was one for the road.

Okay not gonna bore you with touristy pic’s of Rome. But here it goes

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Pic 2 – 3 The Coliseum … do it but it’s a let down … now if they sacrificed the fascist govt tour board employees that do the ticketing etc then it could be a good show

On the road to Rome and Ruin. OMG another hill top walled city, they all start to look the same after a while.

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Get to Rome and some fundamentals ie washing clothes have to be attended to. Then that bloody biatch Lynda put me in the machine as well…. I was so dizzy that they slipped away into town to do a quick reccie without me noticing.

Seems they got to the Piazza Della Repubblica and saw how some modern day romans live, a fountain and something sticking up from the ground. Gonna give them hell tomorrow for leaving me behind.

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