Sleep Pt.2

As I covered in my other post, I’ve become much more appreciative of sleep. And even with music playing in the bus, on the journey home, I tend to get some form of sleep. On one occasion this wasn’t a choice I was capable of making with the conversation around my general area. It was an amazing example of the unique flirting techniques created by those who have spent too much time riding sheep in fields in the isolated parts of Louth and Monaghan. There “culchtie” ways of attracting women was a sight to be held. There meticulous approach of degrading each other as well as firing these routine chat up lines was so effective the women got off at a stop which was 20 minutes away from their destination. With one of the women (whom I knew) forced into ringing her boyfriend to come pick them up. But ironically the vibrant young men took this as a compliment stating “they’ll be thinkin of us all tanite lads”, followed by a generic laugh symbolic of the deformed hill-people that they are. Not yet fully evolved or capable of having a normal conversation