The second time you enter a pub, they call you sweetie and you are asked if you want your half pint.
I say that in the third, the bartender will hand me the meniou with just a wink and a hand on the zipper of Kilkenny. I met my first
Irish completely blocked. She is a jazz singer looking for a home in Lorient this summer, has left teaching because she could not stand the kids, lived in Lebanon, had three car accidents in the second leaving the hospital where the 'had led the first and third weeks ago, two days after his license. She campaigned for the Labour Party, but there she is coordinating the musical of Portmagee is competing with neighboring villages. Finally, if left alone because there she is angry with one of the singers and the barmaid with the Bridge Bar. But she is friends with the sculptor who carved Chaplin's statue that adorns the dock who lives in Waterville and across the island and is quite willing to introduce me. If I want to bawl me go well with his father in his place.
knows why ... I think I'll decline. Note that I missed because I do not speak English so well that.
But it at least allowed me to understand why the boss came by pushing a fake gun in pub.
Apart from that, a road in the mountains, an Irishman who was pushing her three calves at the wheel of his car, the unchanging blue sky familiar to tourists and not yet cheesecake with Bailey's
And peat is sold side gas bottles to the grocery store-gasoline-tobacco cluster-mail.
Apart from that, no news.
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