The security nearly put me off but we passed the test. there was no second chances with security he pulled the knife and that was it...caput just like the poor chicken and lamb. Keep scrolling down

The disk jockey was a little after his time...never heard of Cd's and blasted out Glenn Miller all night long...must have thought he was back in the 40's. I cannot find the picture of Bishop Eamon Casey who was wearing a hat with St. Patrick's Day...the less said about him the better. some strange habits the folks at this party had..there was a lion there who had hunted down a poor maiden from the valleys another lady tried to tempt me with her Darling Buds of May smile as she was taking part in an unusual ritual with a long white thing in her mouth...I resisted knowing the Princess would show her displeasure later. Now the Marquee was the real thing but that Captain Birds Eye tall gentleman could not hold it up. Then newspapers were produced and instead of doing the normal thing reading them the folk at the party decided they would try and hold the tent up with the newpapers. I had visions the security man had slipped up on the job but who am I to judge? Therapy is the answer so the ladies in charge Tara ( she comes from a mountain in Ireland) and her mother decided that making buns would bring order to the place and so it did...we all went home. That said it was a great evening and congratulations to the disk jockey who gave us some lovely music over the course of the evening.

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