48 hour day.......

What a loooooooong day.

I've been away so many times playing poker this year I couldn't take the night off work , and so had to go straight to the airport to catch my flight to Killarney after a 12 hour nightshift , perhaps not the best preparation.

So , the shift finished I made my way to Belfast City airport and met up with "Snowmen" from Laddies and Justin along with his mate Paul and off we went onto what was possibly the most dilapidated looking plane I have ever seen. Thankfully the flight was only 50 minutes and the plane itself behaved beautifully despite looking like it may fall apart on the runway.

So after arriving at Cork airport the four of us jumped into a cab for the 50 mile journey to our hotel where the plan was for me to go straight to my room and catch up on a few hours sleep......unfortunately that's when I met "Dicie" and had a pint of Guinness (yum-yum) thrust into my hand before I had a chance to escape.

More and more pints made their way to me and then the inevitable friendly STT started , eleven or twelve of us , eight of whom I knew and four complete strangers. I must admit to doing a small bit of muffing whilst playing this , but eventually when I got a few chips together I basically ran the table over.

The rest of the night continued in the same fashion (apologies to Zoe.....) , so obviously I cannot remember too much detail other than I got to bed around 3am completely exhausted . Having been awake forforty hours straight and with what is the best sleeping draught known to man sloshing about inside in vast quantities a great nights sleep was assured.

Big one tomorrow................