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McCarthy's Bar: A Journey of Discovery in Ireland
2 journalers for this copy...
An excellent read and exactly what I look for in a travel book, a fascinating itinerary, very funny anecdotes, and a bit of an absurd quest thrown in for good measure. It's an extraordinarily dense read and one of the first books in a long time that I haven't been able to just plough through - perhaps because the writing was so very good I just didn't want to rush my fences and have it finished.
Here's a bit of theexceedingly good run up to one of my favourite moments:
'...It's clear that the DANGER! BULLS!! sign is just a ruse, a scam to keep New Agers, Pagans, Crusties and Whiffies from tramping all over the fields to paint each other's faces and drink Scrumpy Jack in a ritualistic manner in the centre of the stones. There isn't a problem here for me. It's just over the gate, up the hill, check out the stones, no bulls, back in the car and find a nice spot to eat my sandwich.
The first thing to catch my eye once I'm over the gate is a freshly spent shotgun cartridge, presumably fired from the gate at the back of the last person who trespassed.
Bullshit.
Not my thought, but the stuff I'm standing in. Masses of the stuff. And in the soft ground all around me, footprints I can only describe as bull-shaped. Nauseous but undeterred, I press on up the fields, then surprise myself by going commando-style under an electric fence - a bit panicky, this bit, so I'm left with extensive grass stains, and a minor pulled muscle in the small of my back.
I'm now on a half-obscured path between two fields. Humming to myself in order to ward off total mental collapse, I follow it up the hill at a brisk stride, adding a little semi-cantered hitch-kick every few steps, presumably in the hope that this will render me impervious to shotguns and bulls...'
Highly recommended.
Here's a bit of theexceedingly good run up to one of my favourite moments:
'...It's clear that the DANGER! BULLS!! sign is just a ruse, a scam to keep New Agers, Pagans, Crusties and Whiffies from tramping all over the fields to paint each other's faces and drink Scrumpy Jack in a ritualistic manner in the centre of the stones. There isn't a problem here for me. It's just over the gate, up the hill, check out the stones, no bulls, back in the car and find a nice spot to eat my sandwich.
The first thing to catch my eye once I'm over the gate is a freshly spent shotgun cartridge, presumably fired from the gate at the back of the last person who trespassed.
Bullshit.
Not my thought, but the stuff I'm standing in. Masses of the stuff. And in the soft ground all around me, footprints I can only describe as bull-shaped. Nauseous but undeterred, I press on up the fields, then surprise myself by going commando-style under an electric fence - a bit panicky, this bit, so I'm left with extensive grass stains, and a minor pulled muscle in the small of my back.
I'm now on a half-obscured path between two fields. Humming to myself in order to ward off total mental collapse, I follow it up the hill at a brisk stride, adding a little semi-cantered hitch-kick every few steps, presumably in the hope that this will render me impervious to shotguns and bulls...'
Highly recommended.
Released 19 yrs ago (5/3/2005 UTC) at
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To be released at tonight's Hull & East Riding BookCrossing Meet at 'The Mission' pub on Posterngate, 7pm-late. See you there!
To be released at tonight's Hull & East Riding BookCrossing Meet at 'The Mission' pub on Posterngate, 7pm-late. See you there!
Picked up tonight at the HERBIE meet as I've seen it at previous meets and been tempted.
Journal Entry 4 by KittyNic from Hull, East Yorkshire United Kingdom on Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I've never read this type of book before and I'm not sure travel journals are really my thing. However, I quite enjoyed accompanying McCarthy on his journey and meeting all the people he did. He has a wonderfully fun way of describing things.
