I'm off to Ireland in a couple hours, bound over on the tin carcass of Ryan Air, with a planned descent into Knock airport in the west of Ireland. My farm that I'm working on is somewhere hereish:
On the north-west coast of Ireland in the "mountains". The folk I'm staying with sound incredibly nice, and if my luck holds out they'll need acres and acres of bushland cleared, probably the kind of bush that only really respects skinny white kids, if I'm really lucky.
I don't know much about the couple who own the farm, save that they have a sense of humour I really appreciate, and that they have made several obscure references to fairies, which could go either way I think.
It'll be a wonderful two weeks of Guiness and wandering, and if the internet rears it's head you'll hear from me often. If anything else rears it's head though, it'll probably kill me.
Anyways, I'll talk to you all soon, and if you live in Canada, I'll see you in a few weeks.
Nick
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You have two days to make contact before I return the snakes to drive YOU out.
I grow weary of your silence. And apparently I am drunk and bitter.
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