Friday, September 9, 2016

With the Wheels to the Road

Good morning Guys!

This was a crazy night! No, not this level of crazy, just a sleepless night. I went to a Tea Party, which was great, but the amount of caffeinated tea I drank kept me wide awake till 3am. I thought I changed my alarm from 7am to 9am, but apparently I didn't save the change. So yeah, I'm awake since 7am and I absolutely can't fall asleep.

I read a whole book!

It was
by Ronan Moore

The title sounds serious, but this is everything but serious.
It kind of looks like a dictionary, but it is full of sarcasm and jokes.
I find it a great introduction to the Irish and their culture.
In my opinion, this book is a 7/10 for people who know nothing about Ireland,
but a 10/10 for Irish people, who can relate to it and be like "Hahaha! This is SO true!"

I didn't find any inspiring quotes, but I found some facts very interesting.


There are 466 types of rain Ireland, some 65% of them indigenous to the country. Of all the rains, perhaps the nation's favourite is 'wet rain', commonly associated with a 'soft day'.

This rain, which exists nowhere else on the planet, is somewhere along the spectrum between a mist and a drizzle and is best known for its ability to lull you into believing that you won't need a jacket for the walk down to the pub.

However as soon as you get in the front door, you realise that your jumper is absolutely and utterly soaked and you'll have a chest infection by midnight.


OH NO! I just spilt tea on my shirt, haha why does this always happen to me?
It must be the 4 hours of sleep.


Ireland is a small place. And because of this, almost everyone is one degree of separation from each other. That is why when two Irish people meet the first thing they will tend to do is try to find out at least one person they both know. Until they find that person, they are pathologically unable to trust each other and the world temporarily goes out of kilter.

While the conversation could take place at a bus stop in Drimnagh, a beach-side hut in the tropics, or in front of firing squad, the line of questions tends to remain the same:

Irish person 1: 'Where are you from?'
Irish Person 2: 'Trim.'
IP1: 'Do you know Patrick Murphy?'
IP2: 'I don't think so. Does he play football?'
IP1: 'No, he used to live in Navan.'
IP2: 'No, I wouldn't know many over that side.'
IP1: 'Where did you go to college?
IP2: 'Galway.'
IP1: 'What years where you there?'
IP2: '1996 to 1999'
IP1: 'I started in 2000.'
IP2: 'I moved back in 2001.'
IP1: 'What did you do?'
IP2: 'I worked with O'Malley's.'
IP1: 'No way, did you know of a brick-layer called Maurice?'
IP2: 'Was he from Kinvara?'
IP1: 'Yes.'
IP2: 'Yeh, I used to shovel cement for him.'
IP1: 'No way! Sure he's my uncle! Here, let me buy you a pint.'

And with that, the seeds of a life-long friendship are formed and the world begins to spin back on its axis.


Lemme find one more.
There are so many funny ones, haha but let's just go for this one. 


Dangerous bends ahead? Accident black spot? Barely enough space for two large vehicles to pass? It doesn't matter, let's make it 100km/h, it's all good.

In Ireland, applying rational decision-making to road speed markings has never been our forte, leading to some of the most wildly inappropriate speed limit signs in Western Europe. There are countless examples of wide, open stretches of road that you could safely land a plane onto but that are still only signposted for 80km/h. And for every one of there, you have a 'national route' where no matter how safe or dangerous it may be, only 100 km/h will do!

Of all roads, and there are many, my favourite must be the Athboy to Delvin road where on one 
200-metre stretch, a driver is met first with 'Dangerous Bends', and then immediately reminded that 
'100 km/h' is still grand, before an 'Accident Black Spot' completes the set.


That's it for today!
That kind of rain is raining right now, but the good news is
My blog has been read over 5000 times! Momma likey

Have a nice day,

MissCherry xo

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