Meanwhile on the river Liffey @broadsheet_ie pic.twitter.com/J5yNKqdmOF
— Laura Gaynor (@_LauraGaynor) July 25, 2017
This evening.
Gav writes;
Bunch of boyos floating up the Liffey on inflatable swans
Anyone?
Everything. As It Happens.
:)
There swan for everyone in the audience
swoop swoop
…Children of Lar
Pink, Fla & Mingo
They turned a sharp bend in the river, and there, sailing proudly down the stream toward them, they saw a swan of great size. The water rippled on either side of the white breast beneath its curving neck. Its beak shone like burnished gold, and its eyes glinted like jet set in yellow stones; its huge white wings were half lifted. A music came down the river as it drew nearer; and suddenly they perceived that it was a ship, wrought and carved with elven-skill in the likeness of a bird. Two elves clad in white steered it with black paddles. In the midst of the vessel sat Celeborn, and behind him stood Galadriel, tall and white; a circlet of golden flowers was in her hair, and in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.
Dag nabbit meant to end that with: ‘How’s it goin’ head?’
NEVER MIND JOKE RUINED DAY RUINED LIFE A MESS EVERYTHING’S AWFUL.