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Phiblo's big Irish trip to Ireland

Ever had one of those weeks where you're in Wales...at the seaside...on Holiday? Well that's exactly what was happening to myself and my good lady, Melons. After a few days, we started thinking about how to make the most of our time in Wales, and so we decided to go to Ireland for a day. What better way to say, "I've been to Wales" than to say "I've been to Ireland, oh, and Wales". So we got on the speedy boat thing and within 2 hours, we were in the land of make believe, or Rosslare, as they call it in Celtic.

Now, our day trip was to go to a place called Wexford, and there was a coach laid on for us (well, not just for us, but for all the other people as well, selfish bastards). So we left Rosslare harbour and went to the coach park thing, sure enough, when we got there, there was a dirty great big coach with "Wexford" on the front. There was also one with Dublin written on it. And so, in true Irish style, we were ushered on to the Dublin one, which proceeded to take us to Wexford. Beautiful, just beautiful.

While we were being driven to Dub"Wexford"lin an old Irish chap (yes, CHAP, you got a problem with that?), decided to sit in front of us and talk loudly to the person sitting next to him, the conversation went a bit like this:

Irish CHAP(!): Have you ever been to Wexford before.

Other bloke(!): No.

Irish CHAP(!): Ah you'll love it. Make sure you visit the undertakers!

Well, of course, this had me very very intrigued, and so I persuaded Melons that we should find the undertakers, along with bars, serving guiness (by the way, the legend is true, it's sooooo much nicer in Ireland)

And so it came to pass that we'd finished our first guiness and it was time to move on. The next place we found that looked like a bar, had this sign on it "The Undertaker's Bar"... "AHA!" we thought, "He was merely telling someone about a bar". We were obviously a little disappointed by this, but we went in for a guiness anyway, and got chatting to the guy behind the bar.

Me: An old chap said to find the undertakers, we were a bit confused until we saw the sign.

Barman (completely straight faced): Ah, yeah, we bury people as well, full service.

"WOW", I thought, a genuine crazy conversation with a strange Irishman. It was all I had ever wanted to do in Ireland, drink Guiness, and have odd conversations. But now I think I'm hooked, I need more craziness, and so we're going to go back to Ireland, probably next year and find more people to say odd things to.

Oh, and by the way, the old Irish chap had a son who's just moved to the carribean, and a daughter who didn't know what to call her new born daughter. All suggestions on a postcard to: Crazy Old Irish Chap, the bus to Dublin that goes to Wexford, Ireland, C/O the undertakers.