more of a university trip
In my 2nd year at Staffs Uni (back in good old '91), we took a trip to Dublin.

We left at about midnight, well pissed already, to catch the 4am sailing from Holyhead.

Needless to say, more alcohol was consumed on the coach, and a hell of a lot was bought duty-free and necked on the ferry.

I sort-of remember my mate being dragged off and being "searched" as he was from Norn Iron, and I think I can recall arriving at the hotel, and being told we couldn't check in until noon. So we found a pub. And drank more.

I don't remember collapsing in the "Brazen Head" (I know I was there, as I managed to buy a T shirt), or blowing chunks in a porno video shop, or being carried back to the hotel by the local equivalent of the old bill.

In fact, I don't remember much of Dublin at all from that trip, apart from a hotel toilet, a broken finger (i still don't know how), an RTA involving our coach on the way back, and getting back to find out that some scrotum had stolen my motorbike.

Hmm.
A later excursion to Dublin saw me getting the shit kicked out of me in a pub for being a Man Utd fan, by a load of Chelsea wankers. I was wearing a Preston North End shirt at the time.
(coobeastie Used to Be in Evil Gazebo, Sat 9 Dec 2006, 3:20, Reply)