I'm in Dublin. I have a hangover. I think I can only blame myself. I spent yesterday evening craicing it up in Temple Bar like a true Guinnesswhiskeyirishrover cliché.
Disappeared out into the countryside today. Went to a place called Howth, a fishing village on a spit which prides itself on its foodiness. Particularly its seafood. Sadly the aforementioned hangover dictated that we ate a full Irish rather than the lobster. Whitepuddingtastic.
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