partic bit where I had the trouble was

Doolin in Co. Clare; was with a few of the friendly locals I'd gone on hols with at a drinks van; soon as my estuary english shattered the peace the guy who was serving me promptly turned away and ignored me. Turns he was ex provo, who NEVER served an Englishman (and not merely offended by my voice). A fair few ex "soldiers" vanished out that way to keep their heads down when things got a bit hot for them in the North...

Then to help my fractured confidence a certain Paul Hill and his wife (JFK's niece as it happens) turned up at the B&B where we all were and were introduced to the token Englishman by my Irish buddies. Trific!!!

Posted By: Gunnys mullet, Jul 31, 12:47:35