Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
After my rant on the crappiness of Dublin public transport, my mood was greatly improved by finding a really fine public house just across the road from Heuston Station. (I've forgotten the name - mental note to look at the sign over the door as I leave.) The next Limerick train was, as I suspected, two hours later, so I had about an hour and forty five minutes to kill.
With both food and a drink ordered within 5 minutes of entering the premises, thanks to a friendly barman and a most attentive Slovakian waitress, I relaxed and discovered an open wireless network nearby. Arthur, a local of these parts was in having a few scoops and regaling everyone who entered the pub with his friendly, if slightly over the top, Irish friendliness. An American property agent, her aunt and a guy working in cooling for computers and electronic devices were later joined by a pair of Australians and a Cork girl. I really should have got the American guy's name and contact details since my brother works in the same field - but I was too entertained by the banter bouncing back and forth from the local Dubliners. Fitzer and Bobby made up the remaining complement of Dubliners, interspersing shouting at random people on their mobile phones with shouting in a friendly way at the other occupants of the pub.
I've missed having this kind of atmosphere in pubs. It's something that's extremely rare in the UK. I'm not going to make any comment on the crazy 80's-esque music they had playing, mostly because it was largely ignored and irrelevant to the other, far more comedy, goings on.
Apart from the woefully crap public transport system foisted on us by government after government of blissfully ignorant politicians, I'm very much enjoying my move back to Ireland nad specifically to Dublin. It's a wonderful place, provided you can afford to relax and don't need to get anywhere in a hurry :-)
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