London-gate

Well we have arrived in Dublin, Ireland to a huge reception at the airport. All the people we know here turned out, waving flags and signs. So once they had cleared the straglers, we moved off to our Hostel in the middle of Dublin. And thats all we have really done here...mainly becasue we have been recovering from the London fiascio........

Arrived there late last Thursday, and after a good nights sleep started catching up with a few of the Lads. Dave Powles and Helen, Buzz, Dave Cacey. While staying with Duncan and Leyton, which they thought was great, mainly becasue we saw buggar all of them..

Went out on the Gas on Saturday night with Dave and Buzz in Clapham, what a place, what a town. Ended up going to a 'yarppie' house party, that can only be described as dismal. Now, as you all know Steveo and Myself have always prided ourselves on our House parties, but this was as low as they get. 24 Sth African blokes sitting around, broken up into sub groups talking about various geeky subjects and even having an attemp at play some music, care of a 3 string gutair. Lame.

After this it was off to Clapham, more specifically the Clapham grand. This was a home coming of sorts for the duChats, i had visted this magnificant venue a few years back, and nothing's changed. Crappy 70's hits, and cheesy house. We quickly set up base on the dance floor, and showed the local punters what was going on. After ejecting ourselves at around 2pm, it was off home.

Now this is where we got a bit Crazy. The NRL grand final was scheduled for the next morning at 10am. And Steve being the avid, should I say obsesive Tigers fan, it was off to the Slug and Lettece Fulham for the big game. After about 6 hours sleep and half a bacon sarnie, back on the Gas...Why.

After the Victory, and duChats once again changing his League team to suit the conditions we were off to the Walkabout, Sheepards Bush. Now most off you know this place, either first hand or by reputation. And it did not disappiont. After running into a rather lethargic 'Barney' (the other one) at the bar, it was on for young and old. Messy, but in a good messy way.

11pm came and went, we got invited to our first Staffies of the tour, but drunkinly delined becasue of lack of talent and headed home. Gone burger.

Next Day = write off. Nuff said.

duchats