County Hell

I went to Nenagh, County Tipperary this weekend. Went to visit a friend who is absolutely paranoid about his name being used on the internet. He wanted to be referred to as Mr. X. I will obey your wishes for anonymity Mr. X.

Did the usual stuff in Dublin on Friday and Saturday and then hit the road for Nenagh early on Sunday. Nice bus journey. A bit long though. Kind of wish I had a car, then again, don't really care. Arrived in Nenagh at 15:00. Mr. X didn't arrive on the scene for about 30 minutes because he was asleep, the bum. We then went to see his new house. Very nice. A man could do well there. I had a beer and then we went to the parents of Mr. X. As usual there was a massive meal. Every time I go there I fall for the same trick, eat loads but forget that I have to drink later, meanwhile the food is somehow reducing my beer capacity. I think they do it on purpose. So we finished dinner and helped out by washing the dishes... no we didn't... we just left and went to Dromineer Harbor on the river Shannon. We befriended a really smart dog and then watched some fool sail a 30ft rented yacht into about 2ft of water. There was a big family on board and the kids thought this was hilarious. It was funny, in a kind of lose-your-€500-security-deposit-on-a-boat-kind-of-way. We had some ice-cream and hit the road.

Niall came around to the house and we watched a few episodes of the Sopranos. Soon after it was off to the pub. Enjoyable. Then later, we went to the worlds smelliest night club. 16 year old lads drinking whiskey, fights, madness. Wilder than anything you'd ever see in America. These are the things I miss, the wild social life. It got hazy from here and I woke up the next day at high noon. There is some other stuff that happened, but I am scanning through a potential list of people who would be offended and there are a few candidates, so I will leave that story for another day.

Next day was Monday. I pressured Mr. X into getting his hole off the couch and out into the stix. It was great. We went out by Silvermines and up the mountains. Mr. X decided to pull out the golf clubs and drive a few balls off the top of the mountain.

Nice swing X. We drove on and found ourselves in serious banjo country. We actually got lost and I loved it. Big cities are really starting to crush my soul, and so this opportunity to get some peace and quiet and fresh air was relished. Some day...