On the occasion of the annual Horse Races here in Galway it is pretty safe to announce the official beginning of winter (like every year), the arrest of prostitutes in makeshift brothels (like every year), the tragedy of people betting their houses away (like every year, but increasingly tragic, well, sort of), the ascent of some really heavy energy based on money, drink and drugs (like every year), the flight out of town by Galwegians (who can and... like every year) and most importantly - tomorrow is Ladies Day, with the outfits, hairdo's and HATS... (like every year, even though I still dont get the bit about the hats. Galway's too windy for, uhm, precarious, uhm, creations....
Didnt get away in time this year, so I would like to get into tune with the whole vibe with this little song....
Dropkick Murphys: I'm Shipping Up To Boston
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