I’ve just returned from a few days back home in
Of course I’m fiercely proud of where I come from.
Of course I may be somewhat biased in my observation.
Of course I may be suitably PUMPED having spent some time in the loving bosom of friends and family.
But what I am most definitely not is totally blinded by my love of my roots. I am merely stating fact –
Over the years, I have been fortunate enough to be able to invite people over to see where I come from and even more fortunate that they have accepted the invitation. I mean, after all, based on the world’s media coverage, my wee country has been demonised at every opportunity thanks to the shocking events of the past 35 years and the media’s thinking that “Good News is No News.”
Thankfully, however, people have managed to see beyond that, trusted me and gone over and seen first-hand for themselves the wee country that is my home. And over the years none of them, and I mean none of them, have been disappointed with their experiences.
Why would this be? Why have people come over to
Get yer arses over there and find out for yourselves!!
But to help you, here are a few pointers:
The Northern Irish hospitality is second to none
It is quite simply one of the most scenic places on the planet
It’s cheaper than
It’s a more authentic “Irish” experience than the tourist-chasing
It has some of the finest beaches in the
We’re fantastic story tellers (although this blog might not prove that)
And last but not least…
We’ve got the FUCKING GIANT’S CAUSEWAY!!!
Shove that up yer “authentic, traditional, blackthorn leprechaun’s pipe” and smoke it!!