A couple more citrus spritzers later, and the desire to explore further was overpowering, prompting a magical walk alongst the Liffeyside and a bridge-crossing to the more fashionable Northside, where awaited the MV Cill Airne - a merchant ship that has been transformed into a splendidly hip drinking and eating place, whose revenue rises and falls directly according to the weather, so tonight it was heaving.
Our quartet of revellers took position on deck and fuelled by the astonishing argumentative powers of fermented apple juice, proceeded to fiercely debate and the topics included whether Oxegen was a good festival or not, whether the Leaving Cert was fair or not, whether loving Liverpool FC and hating England was ridiculously hypocritical or not and whether Northern Trustees has a relatively cushy working life or not. It was hard to prise oneself away from the spirited discourse, meaning that I stayed out way past my self-declared curfew time of 9pm (on account of a proposed 5am rise-time tomorrow), commencing the short walk to The Lighthouse at 11.45pm.
The Cill Airne in all its nautical glory
Contentment : 13 / 25
Excitement : 2 / 10
Memorability : 3 / 15
Overall Score : 36% (53rd out of 119)
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