The best guest house we've ever stayed in was in County Tyrone, about eight years ago. Luxurious accommodation, wonderfully friendly and helpful hosts, and it cost a pittance by mainland-UK (or indeed Republic of Ireland) standards because back then people were still reluctant to go to NI because of the recentness of the troubles.

Very funny! I love the feeling of apprehension one gets when arriving at a small independent hotel, it's so hard to tell what quirks the proprietor will have (and they nearly always have some).

Reminds me of the time I asked for a new kettle in my small hotel room. "Why?" The receptionist asked me. "Because there's a large dead spider fused to the heating element," was my reply. I guess previous guests had been enjoying some extra nutrition with their tea...

Marry me.

I find this drivel ........ well, drivellous (new word...) ...........

I have been in so many pubs around London that would make that featured in American Werewolf in London, seem like your best local. So who is this eegit??

Diddley-eye-diddlye-eye ............ get real, and ditch that John Wayne & Maureen O'Hara movie .....

There's bound to be a few quirks after nearly four decades of Troubles but they are a resilient and resourceful bunch, the Irish, and it'll not take them long to sort things out now that the madness is gone.

Think of it in terms of a mid-life crisis, whenever you get rid of all the old baggage which was putting you down and you emerge refreshed and reinvigorated with a renewed sense of purpose..... and the wit and determination to carry it through.

In the IT field, the island of Ireland is a Gold Mine just waiting to be MetaDataMined and Connected for its Unique Local Knowledge.

Work in Progress....

Being a 'free-stater' and having sailed around the north coast stopping off in various places I can totally relate to this dining experience.

I particularly recall one enormous unionist landlady assuring us over dinner that the 32 county republic was imminent ... as her face contorted I guess she subconsciously expected this to be some great big dirty orgasm -- "It's comin', it's COMIN'!", she assured us.

It was late, and we were very grateful when she offered to 'do us a sirion steak', overpriced as it was. After all there was no else in the place and she was about to close. She sat and watched carefully as we chewed endlessly on the wildly overpriced stewing steak covered in rapidly congealing pepper gel....