When Irish eyes are smoiling...

Something to warm the cockles of my heart...
Whilst catching the train home from the city today, I watched a group of Irish backpackers sitting across from me. I was bemused by their incomprehensible Cork accents. When the driver announced over the loud speaker "Next stop Kings Cross" they all cheered, anticipating their big night out. At this moment I realised, my neighbourhood is like a Disneyland for drunks...