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Well it seems a long stretch since I padlocked the largest of my (many, and in various states of disrepair) suitcases and headed for the capital, but that’s possibly because it is – sorry! Two weeks ago this afternoon I was marching down Piccadilly with fellow sluts (more here from the Huffington Post, and I’m […]

So it wasn’t the fourth of July, nor was it eighteen hundred and six and the Blue Bus (or Aircoach, as they call it on the website) drove off rather than set sail, but I left the sweet cove of Cork last Saturday morning at roughly nine am bound for Dublin Airport and home, after […]