After coffee I walked her back to Temple Bar and hooshed her on a straight line intercept course to the LUAS which would take her to the train which would take her back to the safety of Newbridge. I’m fairly certain she made it. There had been coffee, crêpes and well meaning lectures on why I should be studying for a masters. I needed a drink. Being Lent this now meant I had to go out. Jen appeared beside me and we proceeded to Brasserie 66 wherein we were massively underwhelmed by the food, somewhat whelmed by the wine and overcharged by the bill. Jen verbally punched the manager in the throat, the bill got sorted.
It was only seven o’clock, we were half cut and needed to hit more booze. Jen grabbed a Dublin-Bike, I scooted behind on my trusty racer and we wobbled our way down to Portobello and The Bernard Shaw. Some poor photographer was having an exhibition which, including the bar man, had an audience of three. We felt bad so pretended to browse in a serious manner before giving up and I sat back and watched the genius of Jen as, on the spot, she invented Lazy Pong!
Below are the transcribed notes from my diary
2 people lying prone side by side and not naked
Half a net
+ speed chess timers
Resist the Snuffle or
I’m sure you can fill in the gaps yourself.