spooky
I took a photo or two of the house pumpkin… this one turned out weird..
stay away I tell ya!!
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well.. I must say, what a response! thank you all.
If want to try mars bar fritters, and just under half of you do, go to Oranmore (just outside Galway) Quality Hotel and leisure centre. Park the car and go to the Thai/Malaysian restaurant across from the hotel. It also serves steak & chips and Fajitas. (I think the management are a bit confused). On the desert menu is Mars Bar Fritters. If you haven’t tried them before, go and try them.. unbelievably good!!!
read morecats gone mad..
the lolcat language is gaining momentum.
a site dedicated to rewriting the bible (new and old testaments) is filling up fast. People have WAY too much time!
read moreTreacherous Tramore?
We went to Tramore for the weekend – very mixed reports from the place. The Good, the bad, the Ugly
The Good: The copper coast. wow! It’s really something! The scenery is something amazing. We were lucky enough to have good weather to really appreciate the place. We had some great walks along cliff tops, beaches and sand splits. We must have walked over 20kms on Saturday!
On Sunday we visited the Waterford crystal plant which was interesting. The one hour tour brings you into the factory where you get to see the workers making sparkling expensive stuff! AWESOME!! .. just don’t leave your car in the car park after 6. It will get locked in!
The Bad
We stayed in, only by name, a Grand Hotel. The room decor is a dedication to the early 1960′s. On both nights we were awoken by disturbances. Friday night it was a a couple fighting (both verbal and physical). There was real venom flowing towards ‘Kevin’ who had done something bad and his partner really let him know from the corridor. The verbal abuse continued for a while until she was let into the room, where ‘stuff’ flew around the room and crashed to the floor. She left in quite a distressed state, only to return 10 minutes later demanding her dope.
The Ugly
Saturday the disturbance moved closer to the room. At 2.28am a very drunk Shrek decided to break the door down. The tribal beating of the door eventually got me agitated enough to open the door to inform the creature he was at the wrong door. He informed me everyone “had to die sometime” and stuck his foot in the door preventing me from closing it. As he continued to bang and push the door open the Reception was called. Thankfully, the night porter came and directed Shrek back to the swamp with his chinese in hand.
buh-bye Tramore.
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