Anyone doin the Eireman tomorrow?
More importantly - anyone driving from Enniscorthy in the general direction of Courtown about 8am in the morning?
Any chance of a lift?
Places still available if any of ye have nothing else to be doin in the morning...
Eireman X 2011
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I don't think you'll get may offers of a lift Feral 
, following your self-confessed disposition towards the early hours. Me thinks you referred to it as "foul humour" 
, following your self-confessed disposition towards the early hours. Me thinks you referred to it as "foul humour" Re: Eireman X 2011
Anyone do this after? Barry? how it go fergal?
Re: Eireman X 2011
Rain, rain, pain, rain.
Swim was into a slight current.
T1: took minutes to open the damn velcro on the wetsuit.
Lap1 Bike: Wet slippy technical start. Ran large sections of it. Finally a bit of fire road. Started making a bit of ground. Downhill took a heavy slap. Cut and grazed all down my right side. Looked to grab the bike to get off the track and out of the way, and the feckin yoke is in two pieces. Back wheel came off. Find a spot out of the way and eventually get the damn thing back on. Chain covered in mud. Rear brake no longer working. Heavy bloody slog.
Lap2 Bike: The horse bucked at the same spot. F#*k.
Run: Banks were so slippy it was dangerous entering the river. Next to impossible to get out the other side.
Washed the cuts and grazes in the sea. Red cross reckon the arm needs a stitch. Great.
Pedalling home from Courtown, got a flat tyre in Cloch.
No spare, no fone credit, no sun, no mon, no fun.
Take your mountain bikes and your triathlons, your sea swimming and your off road running and stick em up your jacksey.
Any of you spanners thinking of giving mountain biking a go next Sunday - take your bike back to the shop. Even if they don't give you any money for the bike, just leave it there, or take it to the scrapyard.
Choose lie-ins at the weekend, choose tea and bikkies, choose knitting, choose watching the rugby on the telly, hell choose playing rugby on the telly, choose amphetamines, methadone, heroine, cocaine, choose suicide bombing, choose hurling for wexford, choose eating scallions for carlow, choose... I chose not to choose lie-ins at the weekend. I chose the feckin Eireman X 2011.
Swim was into a slight current.
T1: took minutes to open the damn velcro on the wetsuit.
Lap1 Bike: Wet slippy technical start. Ran large sections of it. Finally a bit of fire road. Started making a bit of ground. Downhill took a heavy slap. Cut and grazed all down my right side. Looked to grab the bike to get off the track and out of the way, and the feckin yoke is in two pieces. Back wheel came off. Find a spot out of the way and eventually get the damn thing back on. Chain covered in mud. Rear brake no longer working. Heavy bloody slog.
Lap2 Bike: The horse bucked at the same spot. F#*k.
Run: Banks were so slippy it was dangerous entering the river. Next to impossible to get out the other side.
Washed the cuts and grazes in the sea. Red cross reckon the arm needs a stitch. Great.
Pedalling home from Courtown, got a flat tyre in Cloch.
No spare, no fone credit, no sun, no mon, no fun.
Take your mountain bikes and your triathlons, your sea swimming and your off road running and stick em up your jacksey.
Any of you spanners thinking of giving mountain biking a go next Sunday - take your bike back to the shop. Even if they don't give you any money for the bike, just leave it there, or take it to the scrapyard.
Choose lie-ins at the weekend, choose tea and bikkies, choose knitting, choose watching the rugby on the telly, hell choose playing rugby on the telly, choose amphetamines, methadone, heroine, cocaine, choose suicide bombing, choose hurling for wexford, choose eating scallions for carlow, choose... I chose not to choose lie-ins at the weekend. I chose the feckin Eireman X 2011.
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Nice one Feral.
Come up to Kilbranish on Sunday, we'll teach you how to stop the horse from bucking.
Come up to Kilbranish on Sunday, we'll teach you how to stop the horse from bucking.