Here is the entrance to a secret underground jazz club where we went for the last few fridays. Its all dixieland jazz and the trombone player owns the place, it doesnt have a licence so you can bring whatever you want, wine, beer, pizza's anything. I even got up and played with the band last week. Great craic
This was one of the signs up on the wall, remind anybody of a certain bathroom in summerhill south?
Nope, we havent got christmas fever yet. Its sort of a thing here to have christmas in July (coz its winter etc.) so we had a suprise christmas dinner for Pat and George the other night, twas mighty craic. George was late though on account of scoring a hole in one on the local golf course!
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