Landing in the Eire

I'm a bit at buzz right now because I have just taken my 1st salmbutamol dose (after self diagnosing asthma) and feel all shakey... mmm beta agonist driven fun. At last we come to the main destination, Ireland, an island off an island off the main land of Europe. After a brief hiatus in sunny London, I boarded a little twin prop through the company Air Aeran, not to be confused with air Ryan which tried to take over it, and the only resaon it flew there was that the owner of Air Aeran is from Galway. Yep Galway is small, but it's a fun university town. All the students go home on Friday and you see everybody walking around with suitcases. Anyway, after getting off the run way I found out that the immigration system was down and that I had one month to present to the authorities. A sign of things to come in Ireland, where nothing really makes sense, alot of things are broke and for some reason they have never heard of the latest Irish invention (cement life jackets, wooden barbeques).

Ireland, known for its little men with congenital hypothyroidism holding a pot of gold (which on closer inspection is usually piss) at the end of a rainbow (I have yet to see a rainbow), four leaf clovers (again I haven't actually seen any clovers, let alone one's with 4 leaves) and the potatoe famine (you wouldn't guess it looking around).

Dont you love the clover leaf in the head

Also, in case you didn't know, it's famous for its Guiness, and guys, it is SO SO SO good here, I never was much of a fan, but now totally converted. Seriously, the further away Guiness is from the factory the worse it tastes.... which pretty much leeches Australia's as being shit (especially since it needs to be transported for 4 days from the east coast to get to Perth!!!). Guiness even tastes different from pub to pub and there is an inspector to check that it is being poured properly... what a great job. We later learnt that how good the Guiness was is propartional to the length of the hose and how clean it is....so girls - go get cleaning. Still we got right into it and it was not long before we craic-ed open our 1st Guiness and our house lost it's G-plates.

Initially staying in the smallest hostel room I have ever been in, I had one day to find us a house before I started work. And miraculously I did, and we currently live in the most well-wicked cookie, three story, brand spanking newly refurbished, centrally located and with a fire place!! townhouse. I luv it. Check it out...

I have an ensuite... my 1st ever one

Work started straight away and we instantly integrated. It's a little crazy over here and the system is all screwed up. I actually did a 56 hour straight shift once!!! I was cactus by the end. Nurses and doctors have a great divide here and we still wear lab coats.... however the Australian rebellion begins. I was blessed with good consultants and my teams were awsome, through which we met many irish. Including an uber rich reg (she owns a helicopter). We soon found many friends to go party with, and hence the drinking began. And the tequila started too.... oh my unfortunate twisted love for fermented cactus.