Well, I'm back online once again but still feeling more than a little under the weather.
In case you haven't heard - and I would imagine you haven't - Ulster got tanked on Saturday by 42 points (or was that pints?) to 21.
And so too did a great many of the Ulster fans I came across on my travels.
To be fair, Rodney, his girlfriend Firuza, her charming brother and me did try to end the evening sensibly by going for a cosy Tapas; unfortunately I don't remember too much about it.
Indeed, before I knew it, I was waking up at 7am yesterday morning with all my clothes on.
Still, at least it meant it didn't take long for me to get ready before heading back to the train station.
It's at times like that when I realise I'm glad I'm getting older because, like most people in their late 30s, my body is not the temple it once was.
It's great to catch up with old friends - and meet some new ones -especially now I don't get to go out as much as before. But it's also good to have a nice sleep afterwards.
PS Nope, I've no idea who the fiddler is but he was on my camera when I eventually made it home at lunchtime yesterday. I'll bet he likes a drink too. 
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