Like most things on mondays, this collect a stone thing is fierce bullshit, but as a debt of gratitude to Yogi for passing me second year, ill give my own account.
Listening to John Hayden introducing us to the most anal crap since Joe Lynam brought us to suggest going on another road trip - not dis-similar to the previous weeks one on my birthday. Coincidentally it was Peckers 20th this time around.
So armed with my own knob, a map and Joe to drive us, we set off towards Ailwee caves. The way up was spent mainly with myself ranting away like my usual self - the subject of which im screwed to remember. Also Joe, Brian and Pecker arguing over the geography of the area and the new speeding thing the guards are bringin in. Bored the sweet shit out of me so ill be forgiven for giving out and swearing alot there.
So we arrives in to be greeted by a friendly lady in a hut. Alas the friendliness ended there as she was after our money. Ah well at least we got screwed in one sense! We then proceed to the top of a VERY steep hill towards the caves.
Having been in the caves before as a youth(!), i looked forward to exploring em again. Alas a further admission
fee was not attracting us in. Not least the siamese twins among us who had sweet feck all cash after living in stab
all summer long. As a sympathy vote, i agreed to join them in climbing the mountain trail above the caves. Alas the trail ended very early indeed. And so, on the advice of one Paul "i was with bird" Pearson, we began trekking all the way to the top - it didnt seem too far away - from our perspective.
Six "tops" later, we got to the actual top. I stood on the stone wall up there and roared down to all the rams, sheep, and indeed people below us
"BOW DOWN BEFORE ME PEOPLE FOR I AM YOUR KING!"
Did i mention that we collected a stone each as a souvenir? Well i did now. The stupidity of the idea had really been brought home to me by anyone who i boasted about the journey. Nonetheless, with stone in hand we headed back down the montain. If anything going down (tee hee) was harder than getting up (double hee hee). Joe decided wed go visit a beach next - which i had feck all interest in. After sinking a poor crab (RIP), we headed off to some weird place near Lisdoonvarna. Brian had to suck the fathers dick for a few quid (less than a million). While we were waiting for him to finish the job we noted the almost zombie style dancing that was going on within in the pub. Lot of auld peops too. Ugh thats unsexy.
So with Brian back, we went on to the cliffs of Moher. Didnt go too close though - would have cost us more E's. The lesbians we seen though more than made up for the pointlessness of the trip. I must purchase a house there when i win the lotto. Living near lesbos imagine!
With the lap of clare completed, we (eventually) found our way back to Stab. Shit - must have taken a wrong turn. Went out that night to boast of our adventures to the tune of Autonomy in Macs. A good day - save for my complainy attitude.