The Incredible Flying Irishman Has His Wings Clipped

Hello people I apologise for promising spoonfuls of delicious American goodness and then not delivering (or "serving you" to keep up the restaurant theme) but this bloggers international sojourn has come to an end for now. It's back to bad pub anecdotes involving misplaced - then subsequently found - coats and cutting political satire which will mainly take the form of me calling politicians silly names and pretending I know why I hate the EU. Yes it's back to business in the Motherland.

While I'm here I may as well tout my campaign to have a local, moderately famous Irish comedian run for the office of President of Ireland (almost worked for John Stewart didn't it?). Just go here and all will be revealed. It's a Facebook group so if you're one of those anally retentive "pillars of integrity" who regard the tedium of social networking as beneath them then consider yourself warned.

It seems the word "flying" in the name of this blog is effectively redundant now given I'm no longer residing in a place from which I would need to utilise air travel to return from. I'll keep it nonetheless because I think it's dead clever. I'll change the banner soon too. The current one is a bit "MS Paint"-ey. Buh bye now!