The spin on the plane on the way over was grand. It only took five hours and it was gone before we knew it, a couple of Vodka and Cokes and an episode of Father Ted helped pass the time. We got quite a decent meal, although it looked like shite it fill a hole before I had my first real Irish breakfast prepared by Mary in Dromin.
I was under serious cabin pressure as I was dropping loads of silent farts but nobody seemed to notice only me as I laughed to myself. God help whoever was getting my blanket on the next flight...Suckers.
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