And, eh, Greystones doesn’t even get a mention this time.
What the feckin’ holy feck to feck is going on here?
Young Emily Hourican bounces all over the country, from bothering dolphins off the coast of Ardmore beach in Waterford to scoffing down locally reared lambs in Youghal, from getting all hot and bothered with Carlingford oysters in Howth to local handmade cream at Murphys in Dingle. And not once does she stop for a pint, or a chip, or a feckin’ scone, in Greystones.
Ah, Jaysus, what’s going on here? Are they just trying to appease the culchies here?
I reckon that, until they get their act together and give Greystones a fair crack of the thumbs up for these happy travel pieces, we all buy The Irish Times.
Or, better still, just read the Guide.