In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God

Patrick’s Day Photo’s on Flickr, but i didn’t manage to get any of the first bit of excitement.

Coming down the road, looking for a parking space after dropping the sister off we noticed an auld lad, around 80. On a tractor, also around 80. both of them decked out for the parade. Him in a St. Patrick’s outfit, with a fake beard and everything. The tractor covered in balloons and green decorations.

Speeding up the road he was, at, oh, just under 2 miles an hour or so. When what happened? Yup. He crashed. Into a parked van, tearing the side open.

We slowed down in the car, and a few of the pedestrians shouted for the garda around the corner. She wandered up, stopped him from going any further, and we had to leave the scene as there were cars building behind us. As we walked by a few minutes later though anther garda had joined, luckily enough as the old fella pretty much had to be carried across the street he was so drunk. Would’ve made a good photo, St. Patrick being carted away by the cops, but I didn’t have my camera at the time. Pity.

Anyways, it is week 162 and Luna Nina says:

1. Sugar rush:: red lemonade highs and terrible tantrums
2. Chemical::
3. Suspension::
4. Defending::
5. Conference::
6. Dance::
7. Weather::
8. Fuel::
9. Heartbreak::
10. Insult::

So I say

1. Sugar rush::
2. Chemical:: Ali
3. Suspension:: Silt. I was watching Planet Earth last night.
4. Defending:: tackles
5. Conference:: table
6. Dance:: river
7. Weather:: grey, dull, cold
8. Fuel:: bord Na Mona
9. Heartbreak:: Hotel
10. Insult:: Adding to injury