Ola Joelzy, bienvenida!

Irlanda muy bien. We, Hibernia, you Iberia. Ole!
Is muy not caliente here. How do you say "fresh" weather in Spaniolo?

Los tre cusinos muy excited. Muy fiesta all the time. Muy noiso. Los tres cusinos... Cusino Luca, y cusina Mimi, y cusino Finnzy-Bob.

Donda esta who? Donda esta Bono? Bono's habitacione is over the hill. Dalkey Hill. Uno, dos, tres, quatorze. Over up-side-down Cornetto hill.
We go tomorrow. Mamaniana. Muy Espanol outside Bono's house.

Ole, ole, ole, we are all in Jackie's army.

Welcome to Ireland little Joel. The Midgets on Acid are delighted to have their Spanish cousin over. They are excited. It is likely to get noisy. It's going to be different. At 200 mph, and 8,000 rpm.

Oh, and thanks to your parents for bringing you over. For getting you on a plane over the sea for the first time. And for packing all those wooly jumpers that you don't really need in Barcelona. They'll come in handy here. And for tipping the taxi driver a lavish EUR2 when you puked all over his cab. He'll remember that fondly when he still detects a faint smell of cottage cheese in his Seat Vomita six months down the line...