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Saturday Past, Drinking Liquids, All In and Out
sat 1445 GMT home -> car to mcphabbs (loads of guinness and munchies) -> air organic (loads of lager, spirits and a nice boak in the loo) -> $randompub (water and crisps) -> solid rock (guinness and crisps) -> kebab shop (keeebab!) -> firebird (guinness and chips) -> crash at a flat -> sun 1215…
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.ie: Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig
I’ve been home since about half past ten this (yesterday) morning, caught up on email (about 2,200), said lo to lots of online people, slept, watched some stuff I’d taped onto the TiVo and Sky+, slept a bit more, ate, and I’m here typing now plugging in all the offline blog entries I’d made and…
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.ie: Never Get Out of the Boat
The first time I leave my seat in hours, and someone nicks it. And it’s a soggy bint to boot. I wandered away from my makeshift crash zone to check the screens so I knew roughly where I was checking in (row 8, as it happens), and when I got back — and I only…
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.ie: Airport Survival Guide
I’ve found a comfy(ish) chair upstairs in the check-in hall, I’m surrounded by a few foreigners on standby for random destinations, and it’s sleepy time! I have to say that finding a page all about crashing overnight in Dublin airport just made it even more clear to me two things: first, that the Internet is…
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.ie: Comfy Chairs
My plan was always — always — to get everyone to the airport in ample time to sit down, chill out, grab some munch/drinks, check-in and then go get their flights. And then I would find a comfy chair somewhere and crash like no-one’s crashed before. The reason for this is that while everyone else…