Shamrock Fest My Arse

So, the ShamrockFest (or the Shamrock Sham as Ryan appropriately called it) was a non-starter for most because an unbelievable amount of people showed up. The wait just to get in the gate was 2 hours and by all accounts it was another hour to get a beer. In any case we were scared off to the Four Courts instead where a good time was had by all (in our section at least – there may have been dirty looks from elsewhere). And we only got threatened with expulsion once (that I can remember).

Ireland had beaten Scotland earlier in the day – despite their best efforts to give the ball back to Scotland at evey oppurtunity – and that meant an early start (10 a.m.)in Fadós which meant that by the time we realised we weren’t gettin into the street party, we didn’t really care :)

On the Rugby Side, after the England meltdown, we now need Wales to do us a favour and beat the French. So, I decided to kiss a Welsh “rugby baby” for good luck (click to enlarge):

Oh yes, drinking had been done at that point……….Go on Ireland!!