I didn't know where to put that one!!

[wizzie1967]

Ok, it's a funny one but I didn't know in what category to put it...
Last Friday I had to go to the French embassy in Dublin. Ok, I l live in Ennis.
Ennis west coast
Dublin east coast
Here is the trip that you have to go through...

1. Take train from Ennis to Limerick
2. Take train from Limerick to Heuston station in Dublin
3. Take LUAS (Irish version of tramway) to Conolly train station
4. Take train to place called Sandymount
5. Walk 15 mins to the French embassy

So Took the first train at 6:45 in the morning and arrived at Heuston at around 10, was good. Now there was some concert at the week end and all trains, buses, trams were loaded with zitting drunk adolescents with big bags and tents. Not really easy to move around but I was in a good mood. So i took the LUAS (feckin tram), went on the other train station and then had to wait a freakin hour coz there was some problem on the line. But well, it was Friday and I was still in a good mood. Arrived at the French embassy, waited 30 mins simply to pickup a paper. But, er, still in an OK mood. Go back to Heuston station, arrived late, so had to wait an hour and a half. Still OK mood. Now for the rest of the story I need to introduce you to an Irish thing...

THE FLEADH (Pronounce fla)

The Irish are really proud of their traditional music (which, when you have a bit of a musical ear, is the same thing again and again but at different tempo). Every tow in Ireland have one of these Fleadh once a year. It is a traditional music festival going for a week.
This week end was the start of the Miltown Malbay fleadh (a town near where I live). Some drunken twat got on the train in Dublin, he was going to that fleadh he was going up and down the train singing and saying "MILTOWN MALBAY" twice then "Willie Clancy" twice (he's a well known traditional music player coming from that town check here if you are bored) and did that for the tree hours of the trip. Then we arrived in Limerick where I had to wait 35 mins to get the train back home. The guy went to the bar and then sat beside me, "MILTOWN MALBAY", "WILLIE CLANCY", etc...
It's Friday and I'm not in a good mood anymore. But well, Just went away. Then came the trip back to my town... There was quite a few tourist in there. OH JOY!!!! The guy saw them and decided that they should go to Miltown Malbay!!! So there we go "MILTOWN MALBAY!!", "WILLIE CLANCY!!" he even made an attempt at singing Summertime which I thought wasn't the idealistic traditional Irish song but hey...
Seeing that tourists couldn't get bothered going there the guy started to get thick and insulted them. That was it... Friday was off. I turned to the guy (I'm quite bigger than he is and the last thing you want to see is me pissed off) I told him to shut his gob and if per any chances he was to opened it again the next thing he would see would be the toilet bowl and me flushing his head into it.
The last twenty mins of the trip were really quite and peaceful.

[Becks]

The Irish are really proud of their traditional music (which, when you have a bit of a musical ear, is the same thing again and again but at different tempo).

Interesting way of wording it, but I like Irish music anyway.