Got back from Dublin last night. I was over to do some work for a customer, and managed to combine it with a special meal with the family for Ma’s 75th birthday. On saturday myself, Da, Emer and Anne-Marie went down to Dollymount beach. It’s just 3 miles from our house – about 15 minutes drive.
Here’s a phonecam picture of the Pigeon House towers. Yes, I did get my feet wet, but it was worth it to get a good picture of where I was brought up – this is the beach I learned to drive a car. In fact it’s where I learned to hang on to a car bonnet. Da would drive down the beach with me, Emer, Yvonne Miller and various others (Conor Buckley?) hanging on to the bonnet of the car. So fucking dangerous, but so cool to do. My Da is a bit like me – he does things that he thinks are fun, then thinks about it later. I hope I don’t lose that as I get older and more sensible – sometimes you have to do stupid things to show that you’re alive.
While I was away, the spammers hit me. 1700 emails in the various inboxen, with over 200 of them being comment spam in the blog. Bastards. As they say in Ireland, I hope they die roaring
