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In the last 24 hours I have twittered the following...

• 04:06 Waiting at the airport with piss coffee to drink but lovely gorgeousness for company! #
• 04:22 Watching Brad read blogs at an internet terminal in the airport. #
• 10:44 Watching Rampage play football... he's very fast! #

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So we arrived.

Rampage met us at the airport, although it did take us a little while to work out it was him after much staring at various people and saying to ourselves "I do hope it's not him!" Thankfully none of them were and we were pleasantly surprised when a lovely bloke turned up and we got aquainted.

After enjoy toast and chocolate spread for breakfast we went off to watch Rampers play football.

Rampers is in the green... and on it!... I have a feeling he may become "A Man for Monday!"

Once the footie had finished we headed orf for a beer or two.

And we're now at Rampage's place... I'm a little bit pissed... and it's only 2.30pm and we've got lots of drinking to do...

Upon return to Ireland I will have no liver.

So here we are sat at Dublin airport.

Two hours before we're due to take off. We've got an over-priced under-flavoured coffee to keep us company and we're in the arse end of the airport which is currently a load of glued together portakabins while they continue to rebuild the all new bright and glowey airport!

I thank the Gods of flight that we've got priority check-in but it'll be sods law that so has every other fucker!

I'm tired. I'm cranky. Coffee isn't working. There is no smoking area, which is hugely unfair, and all I want to do is sleep!

Rampage will be sorry he agreed to meet us at the airport when he views the state I'm in... which will just get worse as we endure the two hours with the staff (I use that word lightly) of Ryanair!

Give me back my private jet you bastard! Damn the establishment and damn the tax man for taking all my money... and my private jet!

Ta ta for now everyone! See you in Berlin... as my grandfather said as they pushed him out of his B-19 troop carrier in 1941.