I stand corrected!
I used to fly over to Dublin to clean the great big pint glass in the Guinness factory.
I'm not even making that sentence up.
We'd abseil it at night then in the morning I'd go for proper bacon and eggs and pints of bewleys tea. By the time the pubs were open I'd be in there paying back all the money Guinness owed me. Quick kip then back at it at St James Gate.
No flies on me. No sir.
At some point I'd absolutely love to see more of the country.