Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Follow me up to Carlow
Nice to hook up with Clifford on his side-trip to Dublin recently. Hopefully next time he will mask his disappointment at not meeting Mark Ryan better and show more interest in the non-rugby playing bores that we are.
In any event several stories were trotted out over dinner in Dawson Street - including one about the fabulous day when Rich tried to kill us all on the road between Carlow and Kilkenny. Fabulous because we survived the car crash, and then proceeded to get totally wasted in the nearer pub which conveniently was about thirty yards from the scene of the accident. Fond memories of Bob Hudson joining in a few glasses of his favourite whisky before driving us back to Dublin to start the journey again (in Clifford's car).
The little green Mazda was never the same again, and Rich decided it was time to settle down and get married.