Christ, the fucking taxi driver did not fucking shut up for more than 10 seconds. And it was a fucking 35 minute drive!
And fucking Heathrow's pikey terminal means you fucking walk half-way to fucking Dublin to get on a cunting plane. The plane was heaving. And the landing was fucking interesting.
Still, hotel's nice and I'm right over a canal. Time to go find a pub, I think! Maybe murder a prostitute later and sling her body into the canal.