Galway races 2015 pg 11

Not that I know of.  Poor Mrs Claret.  She certainly deserves best dressed lady on the away trips :)  

 

Yes I know, it's Only €300 a night, a lovely B&B, there's a small electric kettle for tea, I feel quite thankful I got it "so cheap". I'll struggle thru a greasy fry, forget me tie and crawl up the Tuam Road out to Ballybrit just before the 4th race. I'll watch with candy floss meshed in my curls as 50 entry donkey derbies sweep across an undulating plain of parked cars, chip-vans and hurdy-gurdies. You wouldn't see it in a John Wayne movie.

I won't recall hungry pub owners on Disney-fied Shop Street or plastering a 12" Hawaiian across me face outside Supermac's. I'll confide my medical impotence to a batty, one-eyed fortune teller in Eyre Square before she falls off her chair and as the Sun comes up I'll talk sh*te with a Dentist's son from Birr on the quay beside the Corrib. He'll tell me of his still lofty ideals to Act now eight years have passed in UCG, not yet realising his dreams have already succumbed to a crusty dole paradise in the graveyard of ambition.