
I got back from home No.1 a few hours ago. I had 2 pairs of shoes delivered to there a week ago and decided tonight was the night to collect them. It had a few events on the way. I was to bring a friend with me to show him my home town but at the last minute I get a text from him saying he was going to mass instead (I'm not going to say a word :). So I decide to head off on my own, and for the fun of it, I'd break in some new clothes I had bought... I thought it would be a nice gentle way to do so: wrong as it turned out! I noticed I was running low on fuel and while I had enough to get there, I'd have to fill up for the return journey. It was getting late so I decided to fill up in Cork in case I arrived late at my destination. Here in Ireland most Filling stations close before 11pm... theres an attitude of "sure jaykers, who'd be driving them automobiles after 9 anyway!". So, I'm filling up, feeling slightly overdressed but hey its a Saturday night. I thought to myself, wouldnt it be funny if for the first time ever, the fuel didnt cut off and sprayed all over my clothes... funny indeed! One leg got covered but that was about it. So I head off and then I notice the milage... it was about to turn over 20,000. Yes yes, speaking on a mobile phone while driving is dangerous, but taking a picture is ok, especially when its this sad. So it took
this long to get another 5,000 miles up. The guards were out everywhere tonight, and every second car was missing a headlight! I cant understand boy racers going around in their pimped out shitmobiles with a missing headlight. You had LEDs on the washer jets but you cant be bothered fixing your headlights... right!

I got my shoes, they are fine... cheap and cheerful!

I decided to buy shoes as I was sick of washing my runners in a bathtub :)