Plotting yachting

He's not shy, that Raheny Eye. When he'd seen that a bunch of us were meeting for a drink, he invited himself along. And this is him sealing the deal on going for a sail in The Pensioner's boat. 

Some of us have been angling for an invite for years and got nowhere. Must be his Franco-Irish charm or something.

Anyhow, it was a fine afternoon-evening-night session in the Guildford Arms with blippers past and present. Much pish was talked, and much beer was drunk. As were we.