Matt and Pimp both got up early this morning and in Matt’s usual hungover fashion decides that a run through Hyde Park is the best cure, Paul and Carlos decide to take the sleeping-in spooning approach. When the boys get back we all trot on down to get a great Pommy breakfast somehow making our way through the maze like passageways that stench of the body odor of 5 young seamen that have been on the open seas for 16 months and lonliness has gotten the better of them. After a hearty pommy breakfeast we are out on the Tube making our way back out to Brick Lane again for Matty to catch up with the Wotif UK crew. Due to us being hungover and useless, by the time we get out to Brick Lane, Matty is left with 15 minutes to catch up with them before we have to get our cab out to the airport.
On the flight over to Dublin, Pimp and Paul get chatting to an Irish girl who tells us that Kilkenny is the new Ibiza – that was pretty much all the convincing we needed, it was decided from that point that we will be hiring a car and driving to Kilkenny for the night with hope that kilkenny the beer is actually brewed there (it is, and so is Budweiser!).
Pimp and Paul get off the plane and fill the other boys in on the new plan of attack – Red Renault hired, car packed up, Pimp Schumacher in the front, Navigator Paul to his left and the kids in the back, it was set to be a massive one. A lot of traffic, a few wrong turns on the way, some dodgy chicken burgers that tasted like fish and some great power naps by all involved (except Pimp as that could have been a slight issue).
We arrive in Kilkenny and every second establishment is a pub or club, gee willikers yeah! We find a great little bed and breakfeast and hit the town early thinking it is a monday night and won’t be that pumping for too long (we were definately wrong about that). We get down to Matt the Millers about 8 and have a pub meal and the place is looking pretty dead.
We smash a Kilkenny and it is a big call but we all agree it is the damn finest drop of ale we have ever tasted. We chase it down with a Guiness and all agree it is the second best drop of ale we have ever tasted. When people say that Guiness and Kilkenny taste better in Ireland than they do anywhere else in the world they are wrong – these beers are like the ducks nuts of anything you have ever drunk before EVER! Carlos was so happy with the quality that he did a jig:
We went for a wander to see if any place besides Matt The Miller’s was fun, but they weren’t, so back to Matt’s it was — and the place was going off! A band started playing and the boys got mad niggerish with a group of 5 local sisters…you can see by the corner of her head here that they had hair (at least one anyway):
Finding something to munch when you’re maggot in Kilkenny isn’t easy, the only place you can go is a big warehouse Big-W shop that literally sells everything except pies and sausage rolls or anything you would want to eat when you’ve had a few. You can get 50kg bags of fertilizer, kids clothing, adults clothing, toys, pastries, bread, fruit and veg, frozen goods, alcohol and sundry other items. We got water and Pringles and then were accosted by some cute girls on the way home, unfortunately they only wanted money and not our…personalities (huge!).
That was about it for ye olde Kilkenny, the trip back to Dublin the next day is another story to be told another day…fiddlidee potatoes.
Potato Bake Pimp, Mash Matt, Jacket Potato Paul, Gnocchi Ginger
