Brian Thompson
Paul Pearson
Dave Francis
Edel Gantly
I wasn�t there before so it was all new to me. Pecker guided us through the place and we were soon off to Kinsale. Cork City was kind of cool but I wouldn�t mind going back during the day for a proper look. But that won�t happen anytime soon. One thing we noticed on the way to the Kinsale area, was that the temperature went up, the fog came down and the rain fell like it was Limerick. Kinsale was fairly dead, apart from a few Langers around the White Lady. Pecker showed us around the town, including his old school and a few places he worked in. There were some narrow streets in that place. I�d reckon Joe would struggle around there!! And after the little tour, it was time to head to Pecker�s gaff and hope that Rob was awake. I think we wanted DVD�s or something. So we headed towards Ballinspittle. We had to pass by the White lady again. This time one of the polluted Langers decided to play with his life. And as he stood on the road in front of my high performance, top of the range Opel, I put the boot down. Needless to say he moved. I think he through a bottle at the car but I�m not sure.
The roads to Ballinspittle weren�t great and the fog didn�t help. That�s a good thing otherwise I�d have had the boot down again. Luckily I didn�t because the �pigs� stopped me on the way. She wasn�t a bad bird, I�d say 6/10 if she�s lucky. She just told us to put on the seatbelts so that was ok. Next up was the moving statue. I heard about it before but I�m not sure I believed it moved. I was kind of hoping she�d welcome us to Cork. No such luck. Once we got the religious part of the trip over, we headed for Peckers house. On the way, we passed the infamous �Hurlies�. Many�s a story I�ve heard about that place. It looked tiny though. The rain was pelting down now and as we pulled up outside �Hill Rise� (peckers house) I was feeling wrecked. Rob the lazy bastard had fallen asleep and that meant no DVD�s, no tea and no meeting Pecker�s sister. Bollox anyway.