Squish
Posted in Blog by: Lottie
06/05/2009
We walked along the street to an unfamiliar stop and sat and talked and waited for a bus we weren’t sure would ever come. Occasionally I would glance at a passing car with the hope of catching the eye of some familiar who would stop and offer us a lift home, albeit I was perfectly happy where I was.
When we finally made it to Dun Laoghaire an hour or so later, after commenting on each passing house and spider and we took a walk along the promenade. We bid a sardonic nod to the old alma mater and when the urge in both of us finally won out we crossed the road to Farrell’s (pronounced Fard-gels with an “h”) but quickly decided we preferred to wait at the station when we met Shane McGowan’s less fortunate, less pretty sibling in the doorway.