Well, my chums. Just completed a least favourite thing successfully - collected my SiL and her mum from Gatwick Airport at ONE O'CLOCK I THE MORNING. They're just back from a long weekend with 16 girls - debauchery! Willies! Getting told off by security for being rowdy. That's right.... it's hen time. But I don't love driving at night. Never driven to Gatwick before by myself. What a nightmarish road system. Satnav took me to staff parking and I had to negotiate with it to get to the right place. And there is NO LIGHTING anywhere and then I had to drop mum to Old Oxted - she thought I was being very funny when I said she lived in medieval times. I was not joking. Why in 2026 are there whole conurbations that electricity has yet to reach? Anyway we didn't die. Despite my contact lenses basically giving up and leaping out of my eyes to their death in protest. Fortunately I had a spare pair with me. What a roller coaster but I will say this.... 2am on some slightly more familiar roads with actual street lighting (because we are not animals) and cruising along slightly too fast listening to Joeski, was absolutely marvellous. I must now decompress for half an hour and then.....the dreaded sleep. I bid you adieu. X
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Finally coming down a bit. Gonna get into that sleep stuff all the cool kids in London town are talking about. Huzzah! Peace out homies. Catch you on the flippity flip. X
Aaaaaannnnnnd breathe.
Exactly that. It is 2.30am and I'm having a gin and tonic. High alert hurtling blind and directionless through the pitch black night with passengers. Very stressful for me. Wooosaaaah.
I could never. Barely in the daylight!
I hate Gatwick. Surprisingly, the best salmon I ever had was at the Marriott near Heathrow. Go figure.
Listowel for me. A tiny pub come guest house come just someone's actual house. Like it was supposed to be in your mind. Perfection. Also way too much. Then I remember mussels maraniere at a restaurant on the dock with fresh bread and fries in Dingle. Really incredible. I sometimes miss eating seafood. But not enough to actually eat it again. But I think it's OK to cherish the nice memories. I was also very much in love with my wife to be. Which is pretty much when most of my memorable meals were. Now they are grey and drab ONLY JOKING! But there is definitely something to be said for being young and in love and just freewheeling in new gorgeous experiences. Bright vivid colours and flavours. Smells and sights and sounds.
