All That You Can't Leave Behind
Well, your Guinness farts for starters. You can't leave these behind.
The Dacia has definitely lost its new car smell there...
You've left a trail of destruction behind you, you middle-aged hell raisers.
You leave the Irish Isle with seriously depleted cod and chips stocks, Guinness taps running dry and old men in O'Loughlin's still in a state of shock.
Hope you make it to Murrayfield on time, Red.