I should honestly be the last person to take a dig at you. You put a man on the Moon, invented the Internet, and birthed Mariah. But at the same time I think that you’re required to check your brains in when you land at Shannon.
Take this morning: Three ATMs in a row, the middle one being out of order. The flanking two are in use and I’m at the head of the queue. A brusque American – clearly impaitent at waiting – brushes past me, ignores the big OUT OF ORDER sign and tries to insert his card.
Confused, he turns to me.
“Hey, it’s not working?”
“…do you think I was queueing for the good of my health?”
He get a little embaressed and skulks off right as another two of you arrive. The little old lady, card in hand, squints at the OUT OF ORDER machine.
“Hey son, does that work?”
…on the whole, I fucking loathe tourists.
Jenn, mum and I went down to Coole Park yesteday evening for a few hours, and then for dinner in Clarenbridge. One thing about the two of you that I’ve noticed time and again is that you get really angry if I start taking your photo before we have a meal. I have no idea why you get so angry, but it makes for some great photos…why else would you think I persist in doing this?
Happy family! Happy family!
The forest itself is absolutely magnificent, and I’m really happy that the rain held off while we were there. My biggest complaint is that I did bad and left my tripod mount at home, completely ruling out any infrared work I wanted to try. :[
Did I mention that the forest was magnificent?