"gee-eyed,out of ur gick,gicked out of it,out of ur box,out of ur cunt,paraleticly out of ur bean"

"im goin out and DONT TRY AND FUCKIN STOP ME SEAN!!"-matty screams while attempting to leave the apartment even tho nobody is tryin to stop him,he collapses 4foot from the door and falls asleep!

me throwin a chair at matty which results in the 2 of us apparently boxin the head off each other only on the 2nd night we knew each other --no memory.

me being approached by a dutch chap in the internet cafe with a look of utter disgust on his face..."do you have any idea wat u did last night??".."eh..no".."fuck man..u tried attackin me and my friend while on a bicycle.. while trying to eat a pizza"--no memory.

gary and the loss of numerous items of clothing and several pairs of flip flops...every night.

"this cant be right sean..this is fuckin wrong no matter wat way u look at it"--says matty while we skull bak vodka at ten in the mornin in between wretchin and fits of laughter

gary crashin his moped...matty comes into wake me up.."eh sean..ur mates after fukin himself up on the bike"..i go out lookin for him..to find gary stumble round the corner covered in blood and wearin no shoes...he happened to be wearin my shoes..lost forever over a cliff.cost of bike-400euro

snowy goin home after 3weeks for no apparent reason..haha.."i cant get a job".haha!

"malaka".."no ur a malaka/il malaka you"--lorna

"here il get the door open"..(smash)...i run off into the distance...the greek crazy ass police are lookin for me....deadly buzz..there 3weeks and the airport police apparently had a photocopy of my passport!cost of door--200euro

the daily occurance of random outbreaks of laughter in blue bay at the sorry state of affairs we had ourselves in.

walkin round hersonisos wen people say hello and u dont av a clue who they are...this happened every day til the last

while workin givin it the usual shite talkin in murphys..."ah hows the from...where ya from!!??" the response..."weve told u the last 4nights sean...we are still from galway!"
myself,matty and andys one day stint at workin at star beach..haha..andys uniform!

sleepin naked and garys reaction in the mornin

"u skutchy arsed knacker..u have an arse like the back of a bus..heres 50euro now get the fuck out!!"a small sample of the ABSOLUTE ABUSE we gave any girl that was unfortunate enuf to find themselves bak in our apartment.

runnin round blue bay naked other than a sheet round me..."im just off to get a shoulder and a pak of pringles"

a mollys breakfast---fuckin delish--pity it usually ended up being all over some floor or toilet an hour r 2 later.

gary repeating himself,me forgettin the last ten minutes every ten minutes,matty.."HERE"!,andy..can handle his drink like nobody i av ever seen.

mattys return from a day spent drinkin with the leppos!--haha

"DIANAAAA"matty

"WAT THE FUCK IS ME JOB...put fuckin stickers on
people..dimitri u prick"

"did u ride some damp knacker on my bed??!!" "well the least u kud fuckin do is change the bleedin sheets"andy not to happy

"av ya met katriona...ah shes a lovely woman...mind ya dont forget now" a botlle of alzeihmers

the many fights in the dungeon..."diana fuck off,can ya not see were busy"..we continue to knock the head off each other for no valid reason at all.

kevin walks into me and garys apartment to find us 24hours after we started drinkin in fits of laughter while full on boxin the head off each other..we found it hilarious even tho gary had chipped teeth and bloodin tricklin down his face and me wit lumps all over my head and kneck.--very little memory--but we woke up around another 36hours later to find our room in a state with empty litre bottles of vodka scattered on the floor--no memory of entire 3/4days of my life.

"wheres gary...arrgghhh...fuck star beach"haha!matty loosin the plot before my eyes.

"hello young man..u fucked the old lady at hotel solano yet?" "eh

day1(dublin airport)-"ah sure well have another pint"a while later"eh lads...the ticket thing says gates closed 15 mins ago...FUUUUCCCKK......RUUUUUN" plane waitin 4 us..last ones on.

PRAGUE: the bar or shud i say bunker maze..the only pub in the world u kud go to the toilet in an possibly never return!
--HAHA...tiiimmmmyyy...."eh guys...eh...do yo like mind not like...eh...not smokin in the room...we arent used to it in california" " sure timmy!"....." u got a light nelly?"
---"a shot of absinth people..yeah y not" me nell bosch and that cool french dude line a couple of waters and red bulss to wash it down..." ah fuck my insides..." me and the frech dude are pretty much instantly wasted..i turn to see nelly gettin sick in his mouth and hands...lol..he reaches over the bar and grabs a glass and just gets sick into it and then appears to walk casually round the club wit a glass of sick mutterin..eh..wheres the toilet!
--niall tryin to jump over a tram barrier thing the night he was drinkin absinth doesnt work...nelly faces...meet the ground.
---the tim man once agin.." eh guys u know like u guys can come stay in my place in san diego aannnnytimmmee"---- "eh wats his name again colin?"
---- kevin and lewis(canadian legends)...our all night strip club bender" oh shit men i gotta get a fukin private dance...awww shit theyre are so fukin hot eh?..ima gona run to the atm....20mins later after lewis private dance...he returns panthing and tryin 2 say "aw shit..aw shit...holy shit"..." eh lewis your shirt is on backwards" I LOVVE KEBAWBS KEVIN..ALL I ATE IN MUNICH WAS LIKE KEBAWBS GUYS"
---- "tell me this and tell me no more,can you finger the box off them?"
-----crazy world,nelly gettin sick in the bin.." just give me a sec,im grand"(sick noises while in fits of laughter)"seriously wat the fuck im grand"
---lesbo and virginio,residue on the box like toilet floor,the trek to charles bridge.."eh im hungry...fuk the bridge...kfc?"
---"WAAAATTTT....I HOPE IT WASNT ON MY COAT"

KRAKOW(i.e the city were they kill all the ugly girls at birth and leave the good lukin ones for us irish to splash their worthless money on)
------"extra...extra...problemoooooooooo
 "....the taximan...hahahahahaha.
---palmal...."seriously u must sell other smokes here"
-----LUCAS(LEGEND)..."wen u finishing bookin...we somke?"happily surprised faces"waaaat...i cant smoke on my own"......conrad,hot girl,simon and mike...legends of the hostelstranger..wat a job!!!
---the bike things to the club...hahaha...the scots---sound buzzers!
-----"polskaaa,nah na nah,polska,polska.nah na nah""polska we the team to beat...polska..we going all the wat"(while poland were in fact losin 2-0) irish songs had me on the table...the bar girl....HOLY SHIT..."wud ya like a flower pot?"
-----(culchie accent).an hour in th irish bar.."did youuuu knoooo dat there is 100,00 poles livin in ireland?"
2hours--"did you kno theres like a million poles livin in ireland"
3hours plus..."did you kno poland actually is ireland...we just like forgot or sumthin" ----- MIke the ozy who knew how to drink havin sex in a park wit sum polish girl only to turn around 2 c a local 6ft away wakin off...mike refused to let this bother/interupt his polish encounter so continued...but then this freak had the cheek to approach the lustful couple and say "thank you"---WAT THE FUCK!!!
---The arrival of like 10 german girls to our hostel....haha...NO JOKE...every single last one of them were horrifyingly ugly!!! and UNBELIEVABLY UNSOUND AND FUKIN RUDE!! "do u mind not using our room as a corridoor"...ehhh fuck off u NAZI GORILLAS...your room is the fukin coridoor!!!
---ME getting fierocously drunk wit the bray chap..."yeah vodka,jager,wine and red bull sounds good....lets call it the krakow bomb!!"...half hour later......"nnneeeellllyyyy.....dd
 doooonnnt llleeeaaavvveee mmmeee....(gettin sick in the bin).....iii ttthhiiinnnnnkk

POBLACHT NA H EIREANN
___________________________
THE PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT
OF THE
IRISH REPUBLIC
TO THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND

IRISHMEN AND IRISHWOMEN: In the name of God and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Ireland, through us, summons her children to her flag and strikes for her freedom.

Having organised and trained her manhood through her secret revolutionary organisation, the Irish Republican Brotherhood, and through her open military organisations, the Irish Volunteers and the Irish Citizen Army, having patiently perfected her discipline, having resolutely waited for the right moment to reveal itself, she now seizes that moment, and, supported by her exiled children in America and by gallant allies in Europe, but relying in the first on her own strength, she strikes in full confidence of victory.

We declare the right of the people of Ireland to the ownership of Ireland, and to the unfettered control of Irish destinies, to be sovereign and indefeasible. The long usurpation of that right by a foreign people and government has not extinguished the right, nor can it ever be extinguished except by the destruction of the Irish people. In every generation the Irish people have asserted their right to national freedom and sovereignty; six times during the last three hundred years they have asserted it to arms. Standing on that fundamental right and again asserting it in arms in the face of the world, we hereby proclaim the Irish Republic as a Sovereign Independent State, and we pledge our lives and the lives of our comrades-in-arms to the cause of its freedom, of its welfare, and of its exaltation among the nations.

The Irish Republic is entitled to, and hereby claims, the allegiance of every Irishman and Irishwoman. The Republic guarantees religious and civil liberty, equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens, and declares its resolve to pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and all of its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally and oblivious of the differences carefully fostered by an alien government, which have divided a minority from the majority in the past.

Until our arms have brought the opportune moment for the establishment of a permanent National, representative of the whole people of Ireland and elected by the suffrages of all her men and women, the Provisional Government, hereby constituted, will administer the civil and military affairs of the Republic in trust for the people.

We place the cause of the Irish Republic under the protection of the Most High God. Whose blessing we invoke upon our arms, and we pray that no one who serves that cause will dishonour it by cowardice, in humanity, or rapine. In this supreme hour the Irish nation must, by its valour and discipline and by the readiness of its children to sacrifice themselves for the common good, prove itself worthy of the august destiny to which it is called.

Signed on Behalf of the Provisional Government.

Thomas J. Clarke,
Sean Mac Diarmada, Thomas MacDonagh,
P. H. Pearse, Eamonn Ceannt,
James Connolly, Joseph Plunkett