After a rather unremarkable, or alternatively painless and easy, flight and train ride Sam and I find ourselves sitting in Durty Nellys Irish pub and hostel drinking Amstel and Cider respectively. predictably there was a stag party on our flight our of Southampton, this made me realise that there is seldom a 'Stag Night' rather a 'Stag weekend'; testament to the advent of cheap flights and an increase in disposable income coupled with the fact that couples are getting married at a greater age, hence an increased budget. Never mind.
We checked in to Durty Nellys, hovering at the edge of the red light district which in itself seems smaller and tamer that I remember from my first visit back in 1989, bloody hell!!
Don't want to write any more as I need food and to play pool.
More later.
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