After a fraught weekend with a house full of arguementative moose's, and with no Growler jnr to back me up due to him now working full time for the next two weeks, I decided to escape yesterday afternoon up me 'ill for bit of well earned peace, quiet, solitude and relaxation.
Bag packed, boots on I decided to go up the longer less well known, hence no peoples, and quite steep route from Cilcain.
Nearing the top feeling quite exhausted and extremelly hot, looking forward to a nice half hour to relax and admire the panoramic views, I could hear the sound of a diesel generator.
As I staggered over the final peak I was greeted by the sight of approx 40 overly chatty loud mouthed guffawing tossers.
They were a film crew and actors apparently. Recognised one of them from Boys of the black stuff from a few years ago.
This idiot wearing a long coat and girlie bobble hat then got on his loud hailer and asked if everyone who was up there could clear the area as they were about to 'shoot'.
If I'd had a gun, I'd have done it for him.
I sat there and ignored him, so he eventually sauntered over to me and requested my departure if I would be so kind.
I won't repeat the somewhat heated altercation that followed for fear of being classed as a nark/trouble maker/beligerant/whatever.
I'd only been up there 5 minutes and never even got to get me cup of tea.
Seems even me 'ill isn't sacred anymore.
