This weekend -- Ireland. Well. What, I am following a trend -- visiting Europe's worst economies in a short amount of time, lovingly referred to as PIGS: Portugal, Ireland, Greece (not yet! In December though!), and of course my beloved Spain. Hazards to austerity and suckling from the great teat of the welfare state these countries go bust -- and they do it right.
Oh Ireland, somehow your leprechaun charm did not let me down. Maybe it was your accents, or perhaps the fact that you all drive on the wrong side of the road (and I always look the wrong way!), or perhaps it was the rainy afternoons spent drinking pints of stout, throwing darts, but it was a winner.
Well, it is always a winner when you don't get that late night drunken Kebab.
Ireland 1, Mike 0.
What else is there to do in Ireland? Well, to be honest, not much. Darts, pints, oh and of course the Jameson Factory Tour. One craptastic tour, followed by the most excellent whiskey tasting ever. We are now certified whiskey tasters -- you better believe it. That is one for the resume.
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