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Fuck me I’m Irish mars 27, 2007

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Sentimental journeys, The Guinness.
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Hey lads!

Everyone likes Ireland, especially on St.Patrick’s day. But not everyone is crazy enough to go straight to Dublin to get drunk on this fine day. Well, The Guinness and Mad Martin definately are this mad.

On Thursday, March 15th, we headed for Dublin for 5 days full of madness, jocoseness and Guinness. And this is pretty much how our arrival passed:

But as we anticipated this scenario, we were cool with it – and of course, we too were looking forward to having some fancy pints in some fancy bars. We had diverse drinking compagnons, for example our host Ken, a 83-year old true Irish lad who was crazy about music, didn’t care about this whole „don’t drink and drive“-rubbish and had a stinking dog. And oh, you remember that fucked-up American-suburb-town Greystones I’ve been writing about last year? Yeah, that’s where we lived this time.

home sweet home

Home sweet home.

(Ok, in fact, it was not that bad. The pub was quite alright, indeed.)

Of course, among other cool stuff like trying to watch Europe’s biggest (not happening) fireworks in 2007, we HAD to do the adorable cliff walk once again.

Ginsterrockangercliffwalk 1

Also, we had a reunion with the friendly cliff on Bray head, where last year’s unforgettable video/photo-shooting took place. Take a look:

hairyeah!

Sounds like a nice chillout-trip? Well, I can tell you, we definately had our share in the latest binge-drinking issue.

Guinness

And St.Patrick’s day wasn’t that easy, neither. Slightly too many people, a little too much carnival, quite too hard to get drunk.

St.Patrick1St.Patrick2St.Patrick3

As you can see on the last picture, there were some pals from good old Mordor visiting Dublin, too. What a pleasure!

So much for the little dia show of our trip – check out www.bl-bilder.de for more stuff about St.Patricks day, and why don’t you have a closer look at last year’s more detailed travelogue while nipping your pint of Guinness?

In this spirit,

Slaínte!

Auglýsingar

The Marvellous World of The Guinness – Part 2 maí 13, 2006

Posted by herraheri in The Guinness.
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Poit! and hello, dear visitor! Today we serve the second part of The Marvellous World of The Guinness. As a starter we offer you the sequel of the thrilling story about The Giant's Causeway, followed by some dazzling whiskey samples. For the pensive wastage we chose a little selection of information about "The Troubles" in Northern Ireland. Bon appétit!

What happened previously…After some sabre-rattling, Finn MacCool a.k.a Batman and The Joker (a Scottish giant) take off the gloves and get ready to rumble: Batman has just built a bridge for The Joker, so that he has a comfortable path coming over to Ireland to visit Batman and beat him up….

Batman was tired, he had not slept for the week cause he had worked on the causeway; he did not feel ready for fighting. He thought about how he could buy some time and recuperate to face The Joker. Finally he came up with an ingenious plan. Quickly he made a large cottage, disguised himself as a baby and climbed inside. Then he waited a loooong time. He meditated and reflected a bit. Finally The Joker arrived at Batman's house shouting, "Where is that coward Batman?". He noticed the crib and the “baby” inside it and his eyes widened in fear. He thought to himself: "My Giunness, if this is the size of the baby, what size is the freakin’ father? Damnit!". Batman climbed out of the cottage and towered above The Joker. This terrified him even more and in fear of meeting the father of this child he turned on his heels and ran like he had never ran before. What a wimp!

The conquered Joker made it back across the causeway to Scotland, not forgetting to destroy it as he went so. Well, that is one version of the story – there are many more to choose from, including one of love and romance. However, historians argue until today if the lover should be Robin or Catwoman.

Giant's Causeway
The last Stop was the Bushmillers Destillery. We learned how they make the
Whiskey and of course we got a free drink. Our guide picked two women and
two men out of our group. They had to taste three different Whiskeys, a
Scotch and a Brandy. Luckily I was one of them :O). At the end we got a
certificate as a Bushmillers Whiskey taster. That's great, isn't it?

On our last day we did a Black Taxi Tour. The guide showed us where the
troubles happened and still happen. I was really impressed about this
problem which is still up today. There is a peace wall which separates the Catholics from the Protestants; it closes at 11pm. There are also two different bus stops, one for Catholics and one for Protestants. However, the conflict isn’t heated up by religious reasons, it's rather the nationality. Don't worry about me, because I haven't been attacked or killed. I am still alive.

The Troubles

If you are interested in Belfast’s recent history, means the conflict between Protestants and Catholics, including the British Army, street riots, assaults, IRA, machine guns, assassinations and more visit this site and scroll down a little bit to The Troubles. As not only Belfast but the whole state of Northern Ireland is affected, a closer look at this site might be interesting, too. It takes a more detailed view at this issue.

My success during this weekend:
I carried the Herra Héri-ideology to Belfast.

See you next time on this spot!

The Guinness

The Marvellous World of The Guinness – Part 1 maí 11, 2006

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Yo folks, like promised: the adventures of our brave Ireland-correspondent The Guinness. Unfortunately, I couldn`t keep me from doing some comments here and there…Shame on me. Anyway, Enjoy!

Hey people, my name is The Guinness. I am in Ireland to conquer this little Island and hand it over to Herra Héri in order to establish his worldwide kingdom. But now enough of that chitchat.

All in all, my time in Ireland is great, but today it is fucking freezing and
raining. The Irish weather, I know. But well, with my cup of tea I enjoyed the day inside playing chess. I am a really bad player.

Here are some facts about my stay and my successful conquest:

I settled down in Kilpedder, a big metropolitan city, thirty kilometers south
of Dublin. You can compare it with big cities like Ringingen or
Salmendingen (Well, The Guinness, you know what you are talking about, aren’t you? I’m sorry, go on. – herra héri)

Recently, I was on my first campaign in Northern Ireland with some of my colleagues.
The journey from Kilpedder to Belfast takes about three hours by bus (could be compared with Ringingen – Hechingen, don’t you think so?). In order to find the way to our hostel we asked the first person we met on the street. But the woman wasn't really a help. Instead describing us the way, she told us that we were in Belfast now. Okay, phat information…so we did it on our own and, with herra’s help, we did it well. The rest of the day, we were just walking around, shopping, talking and organizing the next days. But of course we finished our day in a pub, realizing that we have to pay with Pounds and that the beer was much cheaper than in Ireland.

The following day was our Northern Ireland Coast Tour Day (sponsored by Herra Héri):

First Stop: a beautiful coast, with a rope bridge named Carrick-a-Rede. At this place, you have also a great view on a small isle called The Sheep Island, because people bring sheep over there for feeding. There is only enough food for twelve sheep: think big!

The next stop was the Giant’s Causeway. That is a part of the coast which looks
like big stone stairs. In the 17th century, the Causeway became widely known as the 'Eighth Wonder of the World', when large numbers of visitors came to view this amazing array of basalt columns. It is estimated that there are around 40,000 in total. There is a nice legend about this place and about the Giant Finn. Wanna hear it? No? Whatever, here it comes:

Finn's Story – There are many heroic legends surrounding Finn MacCool (a.k.a. Batman). Batman was reputed as being the leader of the Fianna, the guardians of the King of Ireland, but that’s rather white-bread looking at the tale that`s about the building of the Giant’s Causeway.

Finn
The story goes thus – Batman was going about his daily “duties” on the north coast when one of his enemies, a Scottish giant (The Joker), started shouting and ridiculing his fighting prowess. This angered Batman who lifted a lump of earth and threw it to
Scotland as a challenge to this nasty giant (how adult!). The Joker, this old fox, retaliated with a rock back to Batman, shouting that if he could get his hand on him, he would make sure that Finn would never fight again.

The  Scottish Joker
But, well, c’est la vie, unfortunately The unbelievable Joker couldn’t swim. Ridiculous. So Batman would be spared that fate. But Batman wouldn’t be Batman if he took this affection laying down: he tore large pieces from the cliffs –ZONK!-, pushed them into the ocean bed –SPLASH!- and made a sturdy causeway to Scotland. When he had finished he shouted "Now you'll have no excuse, you chicken!". Fearing to lose his own reputation as an evil giant The Joker had no alternative but come over the causeway…

CLASH! – Will The Joker be able to maintain his dignity and beat the seven shades of shit out of Batman? Or is Batman strinking off for the big blow against this airless thumbsucker? Good vs. Evil, Misery vs. Calamity, Ireland vs. Scotland! Wanna hear how this breath-taking adventure goes forth? Then stay tuned for the second part of "The Marvellous World of the Guinness"! Coming (really) soon! Narf!

There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whalefish maí 8, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland, The Guinness.
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Howdy,

Did you enjoy your sunny weekend? Well, I certainly did, thank you. I even got a sunburn because the screen of my pc did shine so glisteningly bright. Well, all these contaminated mushrooms HAD to be recycled somehow on the occasion of 20 years Tschernobyl – it's good to know that it happened in such an ecological, reasonable and safe way: displays. Brave new world!

Just a short sea level announcement (as nothing interesting has happened): approximately (I am stupid) 82 days till "Trapped in clanking chilliness – II" (a.k.a departure to Iceland)! Arrrrr!

Before I continue eating chocolate until the break of dawn, let me announce that a person who wants to stay incognito (B.N.) is just about to start her slave-engagement for Herra Héri as a correspondent in good auld rainy Dublin. Let her name be The Guinness; feel free to see this as a description of her main activity. The Guinness is going to write some wicked stuff from that red-hair-planet in the Atlantic Ocean called Ireland from time to time, and as soon as the Ryanair-special-flight (at first, we thought that birds carrying the script would be a great solution, but we changed our minds after three pidgeons drowned in the English Channel) has dropped the words into my E-mail account, it will appear on this very site, www.herraheri.de (yeah, linkin myself!), for your delight. Watch out!

So, good night, young warriors!

Acidly,

Captain Timothy Leary