With spirits high after our team stormed it in 38 - 17 (that's a thrashing in hurling) we headed into Temple Bar - the Northbridge of Dublin, without the gangs to a little touristy pub for some ciders. Madds still had her flag on, so that was reason enough for people to make comment and start conversations. It was also where we met a chap called Chris who told us all about hurling - since he used to play himself. I'm still not sure what a local Dubliner would be doing hanging around in the touristy part of his own town on his own, but he joined our little gang quite quickly realising that we were going to be where the craic was.... or the craic was going to be where we were! He was funny and got our jokes, fell in love with Lu and then left.
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