Summer time is upon us. Rejoice! Pretty boys are in short skirts, bees are chasing children, and everywhere the sunshine smiles. Where do you going for your holiday vacation? Hawaian?American? Spainan? Carribea? Those are all a good, but a better good is on your doorstep. Yes. Ireland. Come To Ireland. There is a North and a South, but no West or East, except in Belfast (which is not right). The land of Leprachauns. The land where giants cause ways and sheep are better than women. Visit our famous cities: Newtownards, Portavogie, Aughnacloy, and now Strabane! Come on on in and see what we bees havin for ye. Sights which your eyes will not believe and your eyes will not stomach. There is the Scappo Tower, The Mourning Mountains, Jesus and Goliath where the big ship disaster was made.
Kiss the Bloody Stone and get three wishes and leprosy. Also, with added tramps, the walled village for Londerrydon. Lododnerry. Derrylon. Londodnerry- I don’t know- the place which is not a place.
You too can throw brick at the RUNI.
We have many famous and not welcome people, like Julian- now on the UTV, heart surgeon Dr. Paisley, local buffon Stephen Carton, and visit the grave of the best footballer of ever- Donald Goalposts. Yes, we have all the things; Sun, Sea, no Sand, and Sexies. Come to Northern Ireland. Come To Southern Ireland. Come To Here-Land.
The Spac Hole 