Honestly officer we didn't rob the child....

What a weekend!

So it started off relatively sensibly. Saturday was all about Limerick and more specifically the Munster match. It just got better and better – free ticket for Thomond right on the touchline, free train, free hotel (thanks Eddie!).

The rain was absolutely ridiculous but luckily I’d bought the equivalent of a small tent (read oversized poncho) to keep off the tsunami that engulfed Limerick for the day. Suffice to say I was as happy as a pig in shite with only a slightly damp arse!

As for the match itself it’s funny the way you get superstitious about silly little things. This time last year, we’d somehow managed to scrounge 2 tickets for the Leicester match, the weather was equally bad and Leicester the selfish fuckers decided to ruin the party by beating Munster. Just something as stupid as going to Thomond in poxy weather can have you convinced in the back of your head that Wasps might do it. Obviously the main difference this year was that Munster had to win it and you could see from the off that no-one, not even the current champions were going to get in their way.

(Last year would be what Eddie O’Sullivan would call “a blip”!)

Personally I thought O’Gara, O’Callaghan and Foley (God we’re going to miss him) all had phenomenal matches. O’Driscoll really seems to have come into his own with the prolonged absence of O’Connell and I was delighted to see Stringer giving it socks against Reddan – roll on the 6 Nations!

The rest of the night was a blurry happy haze – this could have something to do with certain nameless friends spiking my pints of water (I tried!) with double gins – I was wondering why I couldn’t sober up!

Yesterday then I had to make it up to Naas for a friend’s 30^th. It was a perfect evening – just a few of us getting together for a dinner and lots of raimeising!

And thats when the fun started!

So after dinner we were walking back from the restaurant - myself Chris, Jen, Johnny and Steve along with Niamh (Chris & Jen’s 3 month old daughter) when we get a phone-call from the restaurant saying we’d left a bag behind. Jen and Steve decide to walk back and myself and the 2 lads carry on up the road with Niamh. (Insert appropriate 3 men and a baby joke here!)

So we’re walking along and the local Gardai pass us and give us a pretty funny look – about 5 minutes later they come back the other way and we get another funny look. Anyway we got back to the apartment to wait for Jen who has the keys and the shaggin Gardai pull up in their squad car!

“Everything alright here lads?”

“Ehhh yes guard, why?”

“We got 2 phonecalls about some suspicious activity involving a baby’s buggy and we wanted to check on ye”

“Oh right well that’d be Chris’ child”

“Right you are so, goodnight”

TWO PHONECALLS!!!

Seriously 2 things

First do the residents of Naas have nothing better to be doing?

Second generally speaking if 3 lads were going to abduct a child you’d think they’d be a bit more subtle than pushing her pram down a main street?!

Unbelievable!