I apologise for having been tardy with my updates for an extremely long time. I have no excuses. Well, I do have excuses; but none that will wash. However, I am happy (or sorry) to inform the minuscule few that still frequent my blog to check for updates (or to confirm its demise prior to holding a party to celebrate the end of the murder of the Queen's language) that I do have a fair bit to write about over the next few days.
I have just got back from a trip to Ireland, a country (or should I say countries?) that I have fallen in love with entirely and completely. There is so much to write about; so many colourful personalities to dissect - I don't know where to begin.
But at the present moment, teeming as I am with ideas, I find myself too tired to write any more. So I leave you with a short video of this Irish bloke singing a folk song at a pub in this little village in South Armagh, Northern Ireland. Those of you who can't seem to appreciate it are eejits, skeets, or both. Oh, and youse can bite the back of me bollix.
P.S.: Talk of verbosity! 200 words and I said I had nothing to say. :)