Due to one particular gentleman, and I use that word very loosely, employed at the UK border, I had to make a border run to Ireland while I was living in London. (He just unilaterally wrote in my passport I … Continue reading
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Ireland
After imbibing the freshest nectar of the barley goddesses in public houses filled with red faced and blurry eyed practitioners of daily routine, I sashayed up and down the emerald city's moonlit and star splashed streets, my spirits high with … Continue reading
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