Carlow
Date:
27th January 2007
Report:
JP Delaney
an indifinable tiredness was starting to cloud the emotional pouring of us all, in fact we were getting a bit tired of driving. we stopped to converse with a slack jawed local yokel, who done her best impression of a human sign post. with her arms flailing about like an orgasming octopuss, she managed to point us in the general direction of the dolmen we searched for. she spoke and weaved magic into our previously unguided pathway, weaving her charms and casting her spell with words of left, right, archway left - soon we were standing by the dolmen.
we paid the dolmen the respect we have found for all our collected stones,
and refused to climb all over it. this was in part respect to the long since
buried pagans beneath the rock, it remeinded me again that we are all made
of sprinkled stardust scattered freely trough the universe.
and then back to naas. substantial food was consumed in the town of carlow,
and in naas we arrived full of beans. it was decided that time would be our
final destination.
now this filled me with a dreaded fear, many times have i sighed as i looked
upon this nations foolish offspring, a conveyor belt of ben sherman shirted
buffoons and prancing paris hilton type poodles strutting around time and
talking about their newest must have possession. i hate its soulless walls,
it speaks to me of the israelites in captivity in the city of babylon. i do
not like the place. yet the night was good with brian dave and pecker round.
back home at the ranch, more jamming and as ussual an assortment of clobbered
together night birds came together in our house for craic, ceoll and sleep.
i believe brian was taken with the feminine charms of caroline, and our house
became a den of chance as packer and dave pitted their minds against each
other in the greatest games of connect 4 the world has ever seen.