Ah vegan go on go on go on

Go on! Piss the vegan off, and see what happens
He'll bite your head off. Ok, maybe not. But he'll find other inventive, and vegan-friendly, ways to hurt you. Badly.

It's been a perfect flash visit to Cork.
The coach was just perfect (a bit too hot for Mike).
The city looked brilliant in the after-the-rain evening light (Mike almost lost a lens cap and there was quite a commotion).
The locals were chatty and great craic (two very hairy old guys charged Mike EUR30 for a cotton scarf made in Bangladesh).
Liverpool bet Man United (someone's head was in the way and Mike couldn't see properly).
It was brilliant to catch up with Ultan and Lucy and they were so entertaining that Mike wished they had been his friends not mine.
John Spillane was very entertaining and the concert a most enjoyable surprise (try as he might, Mike could not fault it).
The few pints afterwards with Ultan and Lucy were most enjoyable (Mike thought that the pub closed way too early).
We then headed back to our lovely, quirky Airbnb. It was a bit too long to walk for Mike.
We then had a great night, Mike in the double bed and me on the small sofa (there was a bit too much farting that was not his for his liking).

I was absolutely delighted when Mike declared it the perfect weekend break.

Except for the bus driver who was a grumpy bollix.