The seizures have eased

Back from Bremen and yes the flapping about on cold bathroom tiles has eased and I'm no longer talking like Stephen Hawkings. It took a while before my ability to type came back but I'm nearly there now, bar the dreadful grammar. I had met a few of my fellow travellers on the outskirts of Dublin as one of them decided on driving to the airport which left me a little uneasy knowing Dublins traffic on a friday afternoon.Still the flight was not till 18.45 and we met at 15.30 plenty of time, yes?

The first bead of sweat appeared on my brow when the car pulled off and Mick the eye in the sky man said "the M50 is the way to go lads trust me I was on it on the way here, clear as a bell."We got to the lepardstown roundabout and shuddered to a halt.I turned my head slowly to see Mick with his head in his hands murmuring "sweet lanteren fuck."It was like the murder mile in Iraq cars everywhere trying to escape and nothing moving.

We pretty much inched our way to the fabulous state of the art barrier free toll bridge for an hour and a half. Everytime I glanced at my watch I could hear Mick dry reaching. So stress levels had rose from green to amber and we hadn't even arrived at the home of the ryanair monster yet.I just had to keep breathing, "in with the good air out with the bad, in with the good out with the bad" God help us.


Todays horse
ling 16.00 blown it 14/1