Emz and Delboy - part 1/2

Oh no, not that bloody Emma girl again! Oh... and Delboy too.

Emz and Delboy's visit to Ireland - The Dingleberry trip

Well the first thing I have to mention is that we were lucky enogh to have Delboy over here while it was his birthday, and while he didn't get a pressie per-se, Cath made him a stunning leprachaun cake. Mmmm - cake. Emma thought it was a snowman but no doofball, anyone can see it's a little green leprachaun.

Cath was finishing off her last week of work before mock exams but was she worried - hell no! She may not come sixth in the country this time round, but life is for living... so we took the fam for a trip to Dingle - or as Delboy says, Dingleberry.

Before we got to Dingle though, we stopped off at the aptly named Inch beach. Why apt? Well it was pretty cold for us lads. Nuff said.

Only thing is, Emz and Idecided to go in fully clothed and just mess around. Then, one we had our clothes pretty much soaked, we got out and changed into cozzies (having decided it wasn't so cold that we couldn't swim)

My hero - a rescue from any more sneak waves.

Um... Delboy, there's something I have to tell you... I kinda like you.

Model behaviour - Cath struts her stuff on the sandy batwalk.

Then we decided okay, we may as well have a swim. It wasn't even as cold as we were expecting. What's that Emz? No costume. Don't worry - we packed one for you.

"It was probably the third or fourth most coldest day of the year!"

Like I said - Inch - apt name.

And so on to actual Dingle(berry)

In dingle, there's a 'famous' dolphin called Funghi - they have a statue to him and all - so we sat on him to make him feel loved. Emma could at least got out of her jamies though.

So we got to the campsite and headed off to the local beach for some hurling and skimming stones - as you do. Along the way we found some steel. Some blue steel. We seemed to find a lot of it on our trip actually.

After the beach, when we got back to the the campsite, we got to chattin with a local - maybe one of the campsite owners - and he told us about a local GAA game (That's Gaelic sport to you uneducated plebs). It was quite funny actually - Del and Emz said they wanted to hear of bit of a Kerry accent and when this oke chatted to us for like, 10 minutes, they got their chance. But of the 10-minute conversation, they probably picked up about 12 words or so from yer man.

We thought checkin out a game of club footie would be a good move - Kerry are pretty much the best team in Ireland so any Kerry club game is going to be at a decent standard - so we went along.



And it WAS pretty cool.

... despite the weather (of course).

Couldn't stay too long though, we had to head back and light the fire for our beautiful braai - kebabs, chicken drumsticks and some lamb chops - mmm, drool, drool.

Rain shmain - nothing stops me from a braai - especially when it's my first in like, a year!

Madz - this one (below) was taken for you. See we think about you ALL THE TIME.

Sunset was pretty cool...

I think these two are like the Cath and I of like, 10 years ago. They're just too bloody cute. Somebody needs to just smack em or something. I would, but Delano's biceps are just too scary.

And there was just enough time before the light went completely for a mini-model show.

Da next morning

There were a few morning people around the next morning - but I'd spent the whole night coughing and hence keeping Cath awake so Cath refused to get up right away. After a few of us jumped on her though, we managed to stir her.

A quick brekkie, pack up, towel down the tents and off we went...
On the road again... here we go, we're on the road again...

Wimbledon baby!

Okay, so Cath and I headed to Wimbledon, thanks to my friend Siobhan being a real star and organising us centre court tickets. We decided we wanted to go on day 2 rather than for the final as we wanted to see lots of players, and not just two. Maybe in retrospect we should have gone to the men's final - nah - I'm glad we went when we did - we got to see God's gift to men - Hantuchova - and to see her you have to go pretty early (cos she loses so early)!

Well you don't wanna hear all about what we did - you just wanna see the photies. Well these ones are all on my facebook page so if you've seen those, there's nothing new for you here folks.

CATH AND AL HIT THE ALL ENGLAND LAWN TENNIS CLUB

Cath at the 'fixtures for the day' board


We headed over to the courts with the South Africans playing - we watched bits of two singles matches and one doubles.
Our doubles boys won and we saw some amazing points - one by Wesley Moodie hitting the ball around the base of the net - and another by Jeff Coetzee who was down and out against the back fence of the court, got up, got a smash back and won the point.

Here's me in the mother-flag.

cath watches one of our lads...



Below: Venus plays against... well, herself apparently. :)
Cool photies huh. we were really close to the action.



But we had a couple of 'must do's' on our list and one of which was to get some Pimms. So here's us with a glass or two... Bloody Cath with two glasses - Pimms-hog!

This is the new retractable roof that they're building for centre court - it'll be finished for next year's open.

And here's the current Wimbledon champion - Rafael Nadal - winning his first round match. Doesn't he just stick his ass out so much - I'm not the only one Carly!

Cath watching on with a pic of our favourite man in the Wimbledon
programme (must-buy number 2). She's such a poser!

So with Nadal in full swing, we headed off to the pleb courts to see some other names and to show Cath around the grounds (me, I'm a veteran of Wimbledon, this was my third or fourth visit).

First we saw Ljubicic...



Then Davydenko - losing on 'the graveyard' - as you do if yopu're a seed.

Then number 3 for our 'must do' list - Strawberries and cream.

Then a quick trip to Henman hill to rest Cath's weary feet and sit with the plebs who didn't have centre court tickets. Haha - it's WHO YOU KNOW - suckers!

Then
... drool, drool...

Hatuchova... the Slovakian goddess.

Note: Cath watching at bottom of pic below... How close can you get to the stars?

Then last but not least (before we ran off to catych up with our SA friends in a Wimbledon pub)...
A chance to see the Great Scot... Andrew Murray - sorry Madz - I don't like the little twerp - he makes me think of a weed in the wind.

Oh, and Frenchman Fabrice Santoro

Not a bad day's work.

So as mentioned, we then headed off to catch up with the London buddies... Cath had posted an invite on facebook and we were pleasantly surprised to see so many old friends there - and calculate how long it had been since we had last seen each other - I think Carlyn took the award with 5 years.

Thanks to Tanya we had a place to crash (we had stayed with mart and Inge the first night) and we headed back to Cork the next day, and work.... sigh.