It was my wife’s parents’ 50th. wedding anniversary two weekends ago. They had a party in Cork to celebrate. I didn’t want to go. They didn’t want me to go. My wife’s five brothers didn’t want me to go. My wife didn’t want me to go.
While I was there, I met up with Donncha, and, one fine Sunday, we went out and took pictures of transvestites and young boys. It was great. Here’s one!
Seems like quite a cruel sport to me. I might mention it to the Bishop of Cork who I met. He seemed like quite a nice man.
There would be a picture of him here, but I’m having trouble dragging and dropping the good fellow. Still, I’m not complaining. Free hosting and it’s not as if anyone’s reading this anyway!