Tommy is delighted to be able to announce his first ever World Tour of Wicklow. Living in bare barren Connemara, he is naturally nervous about spending 4 days in a county full of tree’s and bushes. A lush life has always held its attractions for him though and he would consider it a failure of nerve to arrive out of the county fully intact. “Change me Wicklow” is his battle cry and you can hear him warble in the following towns.
Tommy half remembers drinking in a pub in Waterford City that had a rifle range and a squash court at the back of it. Sure why wouldn’t you? What could possibly go wrong there? “ Three whiskeys, ten bullets and a pair of white shorts please barman when your’re ready. I have me own gun” He is delighted to be back touring a county that seems to have coralled all the lunacy of the south east for itself.
The last time Tommy was in Wexford he nearly came to an end. Firstly after driving up one of them fierce narrow streets ye have (he thinks it was a street, it may have been someone’s hall), he stopped and asked a man for directions. The man stared hard at him and said angrily...
“You’re Seamus Tiernan”
“I’m not no”
“You are. You’re Seamus Tiernan”
He seemed very annoyed but Tommy calmly replied,
“No I’m not”
The man then walked up to the drivers window, fists clenched and roared
“YOU ARE. YOU’RE FECKIN’ SHAMELESS TIERNAN!!!”
Tommy is nevetheless delighted to be back.