If I can recall correctly, we drove in Joe carter�s car to Galway, (nice one, infacta, thanks Joe). There were 4 wheels on the car, and in case there was a puncture, an extra wheel was provided in the boot. Luckily we had no need for it though.
It was Dave who told me that there was a trip on, I was talking to him in the case lab (I think that�s what they call the computer center, fecking computer students with their complicated jargon: java, caps lock, on-off button, pat burke, I don�t have a fiddlers what their on about half the time!
Anyway, I went home after collage, had grub. When I ran down the stairs, Lupton in my house guessed I was off somewhere. �Don�t get arse raped on the beach� said he, ha ha says I and fecked off to brains house.
I got some grub for the journey, but Joe wouldn�t let me bring it as he said id dirty the car. Fair enough Joe I said, putting all the grub in a safe place where Joe wudnt see it till later.
So, on we went myself Dave, and Bryan in the back seat, pecker and Joe in the front, Dave brought a dickifone, we had some craic on the way, as we would say, uuuuuuugh.
Dave has been let out of the asylum for Christmas, if you want to hear the recordings their up in athlone somewhere.
Traveling on we went trough Ennis nothing worth talking about there (sorry bird if your reading) and eventually arrived in Galway. We got grub in supermacs; Dave had a road trip moment with one of his burgers, (it wasn�t a big fat black bitch that fucked him or anything, it was just like the scene in the caf�) got out off Galway anyway took us ages coos its such a shitty place to be driving in, the boys all knew where they were trying to go but I didn�t know at all, so I was just playing with the dickifone round now.
WELCOME TO ARSERAPINGVILLE
We were lost in some tiny village near Clifton, maybe it actually was, all the signposts told us where which and what hotel we could stay in for the night, (not a chance chaps, sorry). Joe or colm as he likes to be called got out and asked for directions in some chipper, and I don�t know what they said but we went down about 5 or 6 tiny lanes with grass in the middle, and we got overtaken on one of these by a golf going at 70, probably on their way to their next field of sheep. �Baaa baaa get off me you smelly fucker baa� is what they would say up there. Well we figured it out eventually and got to the beach. We couldn�t get a stone there, so we stayed going til we got to fishing village, picked up our stones and lived happily ever after.
Oh, yeah, and Bryan jumped into the sea and soaked himself cos he kicked the ball into the sea, why I haven�t a notion. He was trying to kick it to me but it landed like 7 yards out! Also, Dave the big tit wouldn�t get out of the car so I officially kicked him off the team. Ill miss his dickifone though, ill have to get a nice sexy blonde and give her loads just to make up for the missing Dictaphone.
