An unexpected trip
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April 20th, 2001 – by: Tannith
Finding his dramatic tale falling on deaf ears in this country he decided that the Irish tabloids might be more sympathetic. Especially seeing as his uncle worked as the sports editor of one of the irish newspapers, so he thought he might be able to pull some strings. He called me to explain the whole story, and then explained how he'd cashed in the ISA his parents had been saving for him and had booked a flight to Dublin.
We caught the flight to Dublin, high jinx all the way, us chucking minstrels at each other chasing each other to the window seat all the way down the tunnel, spiralling round the other passengers and tumbling into the plane. Him wearing comedy boxers on the outside of his trousers and earmuffs he'd bought as presents for his family. We arrived in Dublin and caught a taxi to Greystones, a little coastal town just south of Dublin in County Wicklow.
The week we spent there was mostly spent hanging around with his cousins, doing the things they did, which mostly consisted of hanging round the beach and playing pool in the pub. Having cashed in his parents ISA he was flinging money around like water, basically giving it away, or giving it to people for crazy reasons. We went to the chinese restaurant (which his cousins had never been to, seemed more for tourists than for residents) and paid them double, not to mention tipping them an extra £20 if they would leave an ice box full of water outside the door so I could throw it over him when we left as a joke.
The police brutality story seemed to take a back seat once we arrived and to my knowledge no conversation ever took place between him and his uncle regarding a newspaper story. We simply enjoyed a fun and funny week messing about and doing what he did best, acting irresponsibly. When we came to leave he spent some time with the yellow pages trying to arrange the most amusing way of returning home, for instance by helicopter or hover-craft, but eventually after seeing the price decided to return by good old reliable cheap aeroplane.
It wasn't long after that that we broke up, for reasons I'll never understand and in a way I'll never understand either. At that point I realised that it wasn't just madness for madness's sake but something a bit deeper and when we met up some months later I realised that mentally he was exhausting to be around because you never quite knew where you were. Still, I'll always remember how much fun he was back then, and the spontaneous madcap week in Ireland.
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