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This one needs explanations.
everytime you ask (drunk) irish people to take a picture of you, they feel like they have to take a picture of themselves! as a result, ive got plenty of those pictures of people i dont know. however, id like to say that,eventhough there is a ginger hair man, THIS IS NOT A SIGNIFICANT SAMPLE OF IRISH GUYS!

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explain all the story would be too long.... so, i´ll try to make it short!
last summer, I randomly found a job in a tiny little village in SAVOIE (ou bien?),Dullins. On the announce, the job looked simple, just regular waitering stuff. But the thruth is that, I had to work dressed up, stab innocent pigs to entertain the audience...and that wa just the start! Then came the rowing french rowing team, and things got harder...traps (hidden keys, brooms on the way), high pressure about the yogourts, stress due to the sunny side up eggs expectations, the specific customer realtionship`policy and the end of the season dressed up hike!
anyway, all this to emphasize my managers´ unpredictable nature.

Then, 2 days ago, I received an email from them announcing me the coming of Sophie and Pascaline (Gerard's daughter and her mom)the day after!!!!!!!! The two globe-trotters were having a change at Dublin for one night before going to Scottland.

Therefore, I picked them up at the airport and brought them to a traditionnal Pub crawl in Dublin. It was very good fun! we wnt to 4 different pubs,Pascaline and Sophie wearing a HUGE irish Bow tie...hihi.... a charge de revanche!