Another day, another flight delay. I will say, however, that observing and de facto hanging out with a bunch of Irish people trying to get back to Dublin after the airport bar is incredibly entertaining. Credit where credit’s due, Irish people are a lot of fun. As I write this, my gate is buzzing: one (not very sober) lad is being told off for sitting behind the desk and using the intercom, two men in their forties just attempted a cartwheel, and Seanie from da north side is hoping his missus doesn’t hear about his weekend shenanigans from the lads’…

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