[Not to discredit my herd of 'followers' - hi mum]
4.5 years ago I popped up on your radars as an unknown Eddie Haskell pursuing your dear Erin. You didn't consider me enough of a threat back then to eliminate me. If only you had known. Your lack of foresight and crisis management has led to this lovely girl now residing in a far off land.
The writing is on the wall however. This Northern Ireland fling - the embers glow no more. Ireland is cute for a while. There is a novelty in having family here. Let's face it - everyone wants to be associated with Ireland in some way. But its appeals to foreign folk are shallow and fleeting. Erin is outstaying her welcome and the land knows this.
I apologise to you. Erin is in a state of disrepair. The tale of her misfortune mimicking that of Oisin in Tír na nÓg. The emerald isle is robbing her of her youth.
This may seem like a rambling blog post. But there is a point to it. Erin's most recent bout of misfortune came when flesh met steel in the kitchen of 304. While slicing sourdough bread the following happened (Warning to the squemish):
I feel so sorry for her. I was meant to take care of her and look at what has happened. She has no finger left :(
Erin, I'm sorry. I can't make it up to you. But I have bought us 2 tickets to:
It's an old Irish play. Quite famous and very funny. It's on in the Lyric Theatre tomorrow at 7.45pm. Will you be my date?
Of course I know this will never bring your finger back. Would you like a holiday too? You name the place (except USA).
Eventually your ultimate reward (compensation) will be our one-way tickets to California :)


haha oh niall, you are so stinkin funny!! i was cracking up reading this--i always tell people to read your guys' blog and then when they say they haven't in a while or something, i just think, "man you are MISSING OUT!!!!" your posts are hilarious. i hope i have a husband someday as funny as you :D
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