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!!