Well, I got back on Wednesday. It was great fun, though I ended up spending too much money in Dublin. Funny, I'd go to the pub with a pocket of cash and walk out with nothing. How did that happen?

One of the first things that happened when I arrived was that a lot of school children got on the bus I was on. Of course, all the girls were wearing plaid skirts as part of their uniforms. They got a kick out of seeing me in a kilt.

No one in Ireland knows about the Irish kilt tradition. A few older people, once I reminded them of the saffron kilts, remembered that, but for the most part everyone asked where in Scotland I was from. It was a great conversation starter in pubs, though, and within five minutes I was always sitting at someone's table in conversation. And of course the Irish tradition of buying drinks for everyone at your table is a good one. Girls in Ireland (just as everywhere else) like kilts. Over and over they told me how gorgeous and sexy I was. A couple of girls asked for their photo with me, and I implemented my policy of picture-for-picture, so I put two photos up in my gallery of me with girls.

Now I'm back, and have to get a job, after being a bum for eight months. I hope I can find one that lets me wear a kilt, but we'll see....

Andrew.