Eat my (Bermuda) shorts Hamilton

Dun Loaghaire is now the new number 1 cruise and sun holiday destination.

As voted by Mr and Mrs Mog.

Except that NickMog’s last name is not Mog. Which came as a bit of a shock. See, you think you get to know someone, after years of frequenting them online, and then you realise that they are not who you thought they would be.

Even places. You can’t trust them. When you realise that you have mispronounced them for years, like Dun Laoghaire or Milton Keynes for example.

I am obviously taking the piss. As usual when meeting a fellow blipper, there is no awkward breaking-the-ice period. Not lack of topics of conversation (more of a lack of time to cover them all). No fear of the unknown. It was great to meet N (for Nick) and C (for C) for a walk up and down the pier and a pint. 
It’s always funny to meet people who come to Ireland for the first time. Familiar and O so foreign at the same time.


I couldn’t bring myself to take them to O’Loughlin’s on a first visit though. The cultural shock would be a touch too much. When the smell of testosterone and old men’s socks grabs you at the throat. And NickMog looks far too lean and fit for the place. The old dudes would be suspicious. Plus they haven’t quite completed the repairs since the visit of the Scottish blipcrew.


It was a most pleasant walk and pint and chat.


And then I French-kissed Mrs Mog.