Give me the girls from County Louth

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Vanity! Thy name is............

...Katherine...


...Lynne...


...Nicola...


...and Denise.


And introducing...PJ...


...Terry...


...and Cathal.

(that'll be a happy marriage!)

Poseurs galore


You get a fine class of fella in Ridleys, yes indeed.


But a finer class of young lady.


This one only got in because Nicola's da is in it


Sure her whole family were out


Oh holy God we could pose all night

The last two weekends.

This was a Holy Communion carriage. Far from carriages I, for one, was raised.


Orlagh is home and here's the proof, Saturday's Irish Times.


Look at Mal's yummy new polo shirt. I likey.


I hope Orlagh wasn't this pissed off when she actually arrived at the wedding she was going to.


Mammy Kenny, Briege Yore nee Kenny, Kate-Ann Kenny, and Katherine Kenny.


The smiley shot. Would you look at the pose on Clare there?


The floor plans of our house.


Eimear Yore and Deirdre Kenny.


Me and me granny. She gave me loads of cake.


Me and me mammy. She helped me eat it.


Beautiful sunny Sunday.


Hallelujah sister.


Holy Communion Day in Newry.


Mal pretending to be old people. Not too far off now, bucko.


Josh explaining the intricacies of his new Playstation game.


The holiest child in Newry.


Miriam and that guy at the tail-end of John's Eurovision party.


Dermot cracked a good one.


Such a literary lady.


It bleedin' lashed today.


Told ya.



Ahh no, work tomorrow! Boooooo.

Nice weekend (except Paul was there)

This is for Orlagh - the famous potato top. I am giving it away as I never wear it. So I decided to preserve it for posterity.


Our new front door. Number 10, obviously.


Mal pondered where he would put the "Welcome to Anfield" sign. Not in the kitchen, bucko.


This is the balcony from which we can watch the queues for UGC. Or the little gurriers fighting.


The sitting room. Bigger in real life. It's hard to back up when your camera brings things closer.


From the sitting room into the kitchen.


This is especially for Niamh Harrington Banker (O'Driscoll). The hot press.


Mal in the hall there.


For Jill. We can send you over Quorn if you like.


On Sunday I met up with Lorna,


Her sister Susie,


And Paul. We were trying to photograph the fine yoke in the background but it didn't really work.


The graffiti artists of Dublin were warned Paul was coming to visit.

Running in Rossmackowen

Before we even left Dublin, the weekend was Orlagh-themed.


Richard, Mary, Orlagh, Mal.


Cathal and Niamh.


Neil Jordan's house is tiny, isn't it?


I'd say Ned keeps beds in his shed. Or heads.


Eff the new apartment, I'm buying this baby instead.


Now, this is a beach on Bere Island somewhere. All questions on a postcard to Orlagh the Bank, Rossmackowen.


Mal pretended to be a rock.


And so did I.


I did this one specially for Orlagh. Sure we had a great laugh at this.


Lichin. If that's how you spell it.


Orlagh turned into Narcissis and we had a terrible time getting her home.


Windy fence.


Our chariot awaiting.


The sisters Harrington.


Fionn and Orlagh the Bank.


"Go away lambs"


Out for a walk.