Sep 28, 2011
I've mentioned before that Friday's are generally a day of rest. This one is no different, and despite protests from a few sources, I'm resigned to staying in and preparing myself for tomorrow. For tomorrow dear reader as you will very well know, is St Patrick's day, and I find myself in an Irish hostel. My liver is going to need all the advanced warning and help it can get. This basically includes film marathons, vats of water and an early-ish night. By the time I hit the hay, I'm in tip-top shape for the forthcoming, debauchery, craic and shenanigans.