A fiddly fiddly fiddly dee - elbow!

Well, what can I say - thanks for a cracking weekend ladies, and a big thanks to Jim McDonald for being my inspiration (what about yer!)
Memorable points of my weekend away in Dublin:
Breaking down on the M1 on the way to Brum and waiting for the recovery truck on the embankment, and nearly being abducted (well not really but I don't know why the dodgy men pulled up behind me). A big thanks to the man who looked like a Stave by the way.
Being drunk from thurs night till sun.
Starting drinking in the airport at 10am for 'just the one, and then the plane being delayed.
Toni seeing a flacid penis.
Realising that the whole of Dublin is non smoking and having to traipse outside and have your hand stamped whenever anyone wanted a fag.
Fajitas.
Pennys.
The big pointy thing.
The crazy guide woman singing Molly Malone to us on the open top bus we climbed on to wake us up, and make us feel like we had seen some culture.
The stench of the lift in the hotel.
Laughing a lot.
Sleep deprivation.
Toni wearing a mad leprechaun hat and beard.
35 Euros for 3 doubles.
An absolutely excellent hen weekend that will be remembered for a while.