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Man, it’s such a struggle to blog at times but I know there is family, some friends and some people from random countries out there really anxious and interested to know about what we get up to so I will try my best. Maybe I need to get more esoteric…

Way back on the 14th we had a Fake St. Paddy’s Day celebration because we are all too old and weak to celebrate it on a work night. We headed to a packed Delaney’s in Wan Chai where a bunch of workmates and a bunch of soccer mates downed a few pints of Guinness and read Irish poetry to one another in hushed tones.

Here’s some pics!

So that was that. On real St. Paddy’s Day I went for a quiet game of darts after work and was home at a respectable hour to face the day after with a stride in my step and no booze on my breath.

Couple of things coming up. Hong Kong Sevens is a big big rugby event here in HK. I’m not going, I was offered tickets but didn’t want them to be honest. Not a big rugby fan. I hope everyone has a great time and the ball doesn’t bounce too weirdly.

I’m still trying to plan a few days away for our Easter break. Taiwan sounds good, it’s just planning the hotels and travel that I’m mulling over. Of course. If anyone reading can give any travel tips to Taiwan please feel free to enlighten me.

One last thing of note and as I mentioned earlier I’ve been getting back in to playing darts recently. It’s great to play again after a long time away from the oche. My work mate Tim is of the same skill level as me so we have some great games. We’ve penciled in tentatively every Tuesday after work to throw some flights. Our regular venue is the Bull and Bear in Wan Chai. It’s a small corner bar; it has a nice little area for the dartboard and some fair quality Murphy’s on tap.


Yes, it’s that skillful people.

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Last Friday after a work related meeting over in Mong Kok, I wandered over to TST to meet up with a friend whose favourite bar happens to be an Ozzie Jazz bar. The tipple of choice is a pitcher of Guinness, now this goes against all fiber of my being. Guinness doesn’t belong in a pitcher; a bottle is pushing it. Having said that, I don’t know whether it was the long week at work or what but it went down well and we got through a couple of them. But in the cold light of day now I shudder at the image of that poor poor Guinness head withering away to a yellow quagmire. I’m sorry Ireland.
Anyway the jazz started and it was cool, the trumpet guy is like 102 years old or something, so they say. Entertaining and not too loud even when sitting in front of them.

Tonight a group of us will get together to worship the ghost of St. Patrick because we don’t want to drink until 4am mid week. It’s hard enough to get up at 6:30 sober. Delaneys at 8pm in Wan Chai. Expensive, yes. Irish….no. Well maybe one barman is Irish, the rest of the staff is probably Filipino. But nice. I wonder do any other Irish expats do this pre-St. Paddy’s shindig as well. Probably not. Photographic evidence will be produced I’m sure.

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