St Patrick’s Day At London Bridge

Couple of the Kilburn boys came up yesterday to celebrate St Patrick’s Day. Not sure why, but they said London Bridge Station was the venue of choice this year. I pointed out that London Bridge Station had absolutely no Irish connections whatsoever, but they didn’t seem to care.

Aside from the fake Irish accents from a couple of them, particularly Irish Steve, who isn’t Irish at all, it was a right laugh. In fact, I’m pretty sure Irish Steve didn’t even know where Ireland was until a couple of months ago.

I took this quite early on:

Good times. That’s Irish Steve on the right.

Think this was the moment he started to demonstrate his Irish dancing. He said if we all joined in, it would be a bit like Riverdance. We obviously told him that under no circumstances were we about to dance around like twats, St Paddy’s Day or otherwise.

He wouldn’t give it up though. Fucking funny.

Here he is again, tapping his way around the station:

Pissed ourselves, especially when he got a fag butt stuck to his foot.

Gerry on the other hand, seen here on the left, had hit the Guinness early and spent the rest of the day trying to engage a piece of celery in conversation about the state if the Irish economy.

Needless to say, he didn’t get very far.