After posing around the piano in hotel foyer, headed into town for breakfast, the city is rammed at 10.30am, lots of our Irish cousins getting ready for St Patrick's Day, could not move in Wethers for love nor money, found a space in Tess Riley's for a bacon buttie and a nice cup of tea. Kenny told me later it was one of my dads old haunts.
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