New post for the first time in a while via another source. Germany looms like a lighthouse. It's two hours to my flight. There's a lot I'm going to miss about home;
- Bacon and cabbage (fuck me, I'm a gigantic culchie)
- Everyone and anyone
- The wonderfully black Irish sense of humour
- Terrible Irish TV (to be soon replaced by terrible German TV)
- Munster matches
- Almerciful sessions
I'd continue, but this list is beginning to seem remarkably clichéd. Auf wiedersehen.
By the way, pet - I'm not gone forever and ever. The aerodynamism is working out swell, though.