Being in Donegal over the last few weeks has had its good and bad points. Learning new systems and having to work would be its bad points. If you can call that bad.
Things that have really brought me that sense of, “only in Ireland”, have been:
a) Driving at approx 00:20 in the middle of nowhere and coming across a set of roadworks with a red light. (Do they ever appear otherwise is a point worthy of debate). Which after sitting there for a few minutes I suddenly realised that the lights didn’t work and out of the night a car appears with a massive sign, “Follow me”, strapped to the back of it.
b) Sitting in a hotel during my first week, for “the last night of the season”, and hearing a great band playing all the Irish pub classics. At about midnight I leave and get aboard the taxi home. The next morning I have a chat with the hotel owner and he informs me of the shenanaghans that occurred after I had departed. At about 4-5 in the morning the band, minus lead singer, were trying to play ‘Madame George’ and failing. So some genius decides to phone the lead singer. Who is at home in bed with the missus. Can’t imagine why you would answer the phone at that time! So anyhow up he starts his repertoire from beneath the sheets, via his mobile which is on loudspeaker, over the sound system to the masses. Just imagine the misses face!
Only in Ireland!!
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