He Who Only... finally achieves the look of an early-to-mid 1980s Bono. And it only took travelling to Co Antrim to achieve it.
I know living in London leaves you twisted, depraved, without proper reason or judgement and evil right to the core of your being, but you also forget just how darned pretty other places in the world are. And there are none more pretty (in my incredibly biased opinion) than
some most all places in Ireland. The west coast of Ireland is of course the best place that has ever existed, in terms of almost everything, but the Antrim coast takes a very close second.
We had about half a day to fit in the highlights, and so He Who Only rightly opted to tour around the Bushmills distillery, while I insisted we go see the Giant's Causeway, since it's about 10 years since I was last there. Neither disappointed. However, you're not allowed to take photos around the distillery (the reason given is that there are too many alcoholic fumes in the air, and one text message will make the whole place go KA-BANG thereby robbing the world of some of the most delicious whiskey known to man and beast), so I instead took 35 photos of the Giant's Causeway. I will bore you with only one more:
It's pretty, innit?