I would describe driving to the west coast of Ireland as like flying into the Death Star; it is fine for the first half of the four and a half hour drive, but then the roads just get narrower and narrower.
To say that things have gone arseways at the moment is a bit of an understatement.
To be fair, I was more preoccupied with learning to feel comfortable with myself . . . in a state of public pantslessness.
“Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day.”
It all started with a 5-megapixel digital camera I bought on Craigslist for $40 and a fencing tournament in Northwestern University in October 2011.
Just four shots
I got more than I bargained for, suffice it to say.
“This is just a delay. That’s all it is. All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked!”