Dublin – and a little bit of Irish corruption

I love Dublin. Scruffy old town that it is, it used to be my old stomping ground. (When I escaped out of Wicklow). I have a great love for the place Even being confronted with a march for the 32 counties on Easter Sunday didn’t phase me. I just pointed out that fact to my 4 year old son that one of the protestors had a M&S bag as evidence of the nonsense they were Continue reading Dublin – and a little bit of Irish corruption