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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Internet cafe. Galway city. €4 per hour. This must be fast.

Today, we set ourselves the task of finding a hidden and secret treasure that appears on no maps and is in the middle of the arse-end of nowhere. Today, we found the Father Ted House.

Following instructions that you find off the internet, you'll probably already know, is never the best way to do anything, especially not make bombs and especiallly especially not try to find houses that once appeared on Channel 4 sitcoms. So, after 2 hours of driving with no idea around the Burren, we rounded a corner on a road that was leading nowhere and veering everywhere, and there it stood before us: The Parochial House from Father Ted. We immediately started laughing uncontrollably, which was bad because after two hours of driving aimlessly around The Burren we needed bathrooms and refreshments. Still, we took tons of photos, laughed, looked at a horse, laughed some more, took photos of some sheep, spoke to a farmer, and then laughed again. It was great.

I'm going to be updating the last two weeks in a really sporadic fashion, due to not having much time, having too many other things to do, and having forgotten how to type or use computers. Please refer to previous entries for the delightful stories of, to take but one humble example, the people I have agreed to marry over the last week and a half.

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