Glendalough Rubbish
Because I am a lazy shit I decided to take yesterday off and head to Glendalough to get out of this bloody noise infested city. So an hour driving into the Wicklow hills and the bloody tourist are here already. The car park was jammed with tourists - a bit much I thought for a cold damp day in February.
Anyway, good to see the visitors centre was open unlike most other tourist attractions this time of the year - most are closed due to the can’t be bother syndrome. Try Wicklow Gaol - everyone is locked out of there for the next while - well actually until the season begins.
So off I went walking - once out of the tourist infested car park it was bliss. There was almost no one else walking. It gets harder and harder to get away from bloody people.
I sat down to eat my delicious hand made sandwiches and appreciate the view and enjoy the quiet.
Right there in front of me lying in the heather was a lucozade bottle. A plastic one. Some fucker had walked about 5km from the car park with this full of something - one thinks lucozade and left the empty bottle on top of the spinc. Bastard.
They should never be allowed to walk again - I don’t mean walk in the hills either. They should have their legs amputated somewhere just below their balls and left on top of the spinc to craw back home.
I’m working on my tolerance… But not today!
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