Dramatis Personae: Andi, Jeanette, Sylvia, Stephania, Dawn, Self,
Sean the Sheep and Connor the cow. Oh, and Max, but he's special :))
Six ladies and one guy. I didn't hear any complaints about
After brekkie on Saturday, we marched with fair purpose to get the
open-top Dublin bus tour from one of the central squares. Actually,
it was a wide road with a huge pedestrianised pavement seperating
the two carriage-ways and dominated by a highly phallic and tall,
tapering silver pole/statue. Hmmm... I don't know what the man was
doing edging around the girth near the base, but it looked
The bus tour was a little drafty but highly informative and gave a
good overview of all the attractions on offer. We made our way back
to Jameson's for the whiskey tour. This was informative and
somewhat alcoholic, especially for one member of our party (Sylvia)
who volunteered to take the taste test. Five or six different
whiskies! As a single malt devotee (you can thank my Scottish
ancestry for that) I was impressed by the smoothness of Jamesons.
The creme de la creme of blends that I've encountered to date. I
bought a couple of postcards of one Jameson's brand called 'Black
Bush'. I'm not saying a word...
Max, Steph and Sylvia went on alone to go to an art gallery and the
rest of us traipsed up to the Guinness factory for their tour, more
free samples, themed shopping and RUGGER! The tour was bad, frankly -
dark, badly lit and difficult to follow. Jeanette and I gave up and
headed upwards for the black nectar at the top. Now the panoramic
view of Dublin and the free pint of foaming peavo was definiely a
highlight - that and England winning the game later!
In the evening we found Chinese food after some meandering and then
live folk music (guitar, pipes and fiddle) in a pub not far away.
More Guinness (just to make sure of the quality, you understand) and
I had a fascinating talk with Max about music, singing and Lieder in
particular. Then I got leaned on by a very drunk young Irishman who
was lucky to be vertical, given the fumes coming off him.
On Sunday morning we did some more meandering and found a multi-
storey coffee shop before bidding Max farewell. Jeanette and I had
look at Lansdowne Road (we couldn't really get close enough due to
the houses and high walls), then spent a happy hour poring over the
exquisite Book of Kells before dumping some fliers at Forbidden
Planet and heading back for supper. Afterwards we found another pub
and had Irish coffee whilst playing with my new Archer dolly
(Enterprise) and getting him into some interesting positions (not
pornographic!). Jeanette and I headed back after this as I had a
fairly prompt start for my flight the next morning, whilst the rest
went off on the ghost tour.
A good weekend - lots of Guinness, rugby, good company and
Max. Couldn't really ask for much more!