Today is the 19th or 20th of Christmas, and as we actually drove down to Kerry like 2 months ago, im going to have to do some serious thinking to remember this. Well lets see now, I was lying in bed last nite, trying to think of a reason not to fire off, then it occurred to me that Brian had been asking me to write a report on my collect a stone trips with the lads. So I was just thinking what I would write (just in case you were wondering, I didn�t fire off after, I didn�t see the point in it cos I was so excited about what I would write).
The day started I think some time in the morning when I woke up and got out of bed. I can�t remember but im sure it was raining in limerick for the whole 3 or 4 months I was there, so let�s say it was. It was a Wednesday, and I don�t remember ever anything I did in collage, so ill skip to about 6 o clock, I must have got a phone call or something maybe I was told about it before. I was down in Brian and peekers house at 7ish. I went down to the shop and bought a packet of jammy dodgers and 10 silk cuts for the journey. At this stage I thought we were going to donegal or somewhere, and that was fine. When I saw we were heading out to cahair clonlish I had a minor panic attack: WERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING says I, DONEGAL IS ON THE OTHER FUCKING SIDE OF THE COUNTRY IF I AM TO BE CORRECT IN MY PRESUMPTIONS ON OUR TRAJECTORY FROM POINT A TO POINT B and Brian and pecker was 2 busy minding the road to listen to me, colm was navigating, and Dave was probably too spaced out to know what was going on.
So we arsed round the place for a while, we tried to walk up a hill, but a big bunch of cattle told us not to. We walked back to the car, I had a fag, and we picked up our limerick stone then left for to find a stone in Kerry.
