Sam Kidd's thoughts on business

I decided to take a few days off work before work gets really busy. Myself and Emma along with Gill and her sister Alieen decided to head for the island of Cape Clear. We headed down to Baltimore on Monday to get the boat across to the island at 5:30pm. As we sat at the pub in Baltimore we watch our boat pull away we realised that the boat left at 5:00pm and not 5:30pm. So a few drinks later and a bit to eat we caught the last boat at 7pm. The trip across was cool. It lasts about 40mins and you get some nice views of the sea and the surrounding countryside.

Once we arrived on Cape Clear we got the only taxi to our B&B up a bloody big hill. Of course Gills B&B was right next to the pub (how convenient) the roads there are bloody shocking. I would say that our Taxi has never seen 3rd gear. All the roads are just little lane ways with potholes everywhere. Our B&B was really nice and at €15 each per night it's hard to complain.

The weather was on and off over the whole weekend. Never really cold at all, it would just rain every now and then. Because of this we saw alot of the inside of the 2 pubs that were open. For the first night we stayed in Danny Mikes pub and had dinner there and thought well since we were here we should stay on and have drinks till about 2ish. Sure why not. Dinner was alright there apart from a little kid called 'Pearse' this little fecker would go on to appear everywhere on the island that we went. Little Pearse, I'm guessing was about 4 years old, yelled screamed and bitched during our whole meal no matter what his parents tried to bribe him with. Alieen who hates kids alot wanted to have him beaten within an inch of his little life. To her disgust this never happened.  The only other interesting thing to happen during this meal was to come from a pack of butter.  Now the packs of butter that I'm referring to are the ones you get in restaurants. They come in little fat rectangles made up of a foil type thing covering the butter. Now me being me, I kept playing with mine till it was nice and soft. (as you do) I was then squeezing hard when to my shock I shot the butter across the room and spat on to the far wall. Along the way Emma took a bit of a hit to the head as well so we had to pick butter out of Emma's hair. I thought it was bloody funny. Emma was not as amused. But still it was amazing how far it went.

 After dinner we played pool for a while. I now remember how shite I was at pool when I was at school.  We also played cards for ages which a bloody laugh. Been ages since I played cards. It's strange how you always have to go somewhere far away to do things that you could do at home no problem. We played a type of last card with a few new interesting rules added such as touch your nose or make bunny ears if a seven was put down. This got very sneeky by people as the night went on and as more drink was had. Also when a ten was put down no one could speek till it was covered. This resluted in you having to pick up the whole discard pile when you spoke. It's amazing how sneeky people get as the night goes on. Such as asking questions or getting someone to sing before putting the card down. What a laugh!

To be continued.......