Kilkenny
Date:
28th January 2007
Report: JP Delaney
next morning food was consumed in ryans bistro, dave stuck out like a gorrillas cock with his eating a roll in the street.
my head was ok, the food sorted it out good, we drove back to the house for
my phone and then we were off. when we hit the open road our spirits soared
like 99 helium filled balloons. i had developed a stong attraction to the back
of peckers head, although i knew the feeling was fleeting and once he turned
around it would be lost forever, as pecker is indeed a man and that just fucked
up dude. but pecker does have a nice head it must be said. if i remember corectly
we went to kilkenny. i could feel an element of distress waft trough the air,
as brian stroked his chin and muttered under his breath ' the schedule, god,
the schedule, i cant do it cap'tn, not enough time too much to do not enough
time too much to do not enough time too much to do not enough time too much
to do not enough time too much to do not enough time too much to do. and as
the daddy slowly had a nervous breakdown as we waited for the cave to open its
vast doors we drove to filling station, and myself and dave felt the full wrath
of his furious anger, as we were forced to eat our muffins outside the safety
of the car.
we drove back and this tour guide who had a vague resemblence
to splinter the mutant rat from the teenage turtle showed us around. it seemed
to me that he only came truly alive when we were 200 feet below the earths surface,
adding fuel to my suspicions. he spoke with a liverpool accent, i suspected
that he had been unearthed down ther years ago, and had learned to talk by listening
to ringo starrs epic tales of thomas choo-chooing down the tracks.
we picked our stones at the very bottom of the cave, which was
nice. nice is the only word i can think of, in truth i had hoped to be a little
more awed by the caves, perhaps it was the slow gurge of acohol sweeping through
my innards.