I'm not on the raz again.
Back on the dry. Just sorting a few shots from last night. They bring back bits of conversation. We were in fine form last night. There were very few problems left unsolved when we got kicked out by a tired landlord at 00.30 a.m.
Then it was time to cycle back to Dun Laoghaire.
Jayzus, the wind was up to gale force by the time I left Slattery's. Sneaked up on us while we were downing of couple of pints of stout.
A sobering experience it surely was.
Twice the effort. Twice the sweating. Twice the panting. Four times the swearing.
It killed the hangover before it got a chance to be born...