When my wee Irish chummys came to play

 This photo completely sums this wee woman up. She is a drink pusher, she pushes people. (mean girls shout out there).

So this was Thursday 15th May (sorry uni has made me fall very behind on posting!) and two of my very good Irish friends came over to stay in Newcastle for a 21st. Michaela flew over from home and Niamh decided on the day to travel down on the train from Glasgow and I'm so glad she did. These two are quite the pair when they get together. 

We are the wolfpack an no matter where we are in the world or how long we haven't spoken, we are always able to pick up right were we left off and those friendships, I feel, are very rare and I cherish them dearly. 

The Thursday night out was some craic and the morning after the wolfpack went to spoons for the cure (burger and a refreshing jug of pornstar martinis) while we were there we looked up train times for Niamh to head back. Half 2, fair enough, me and Kyla got the taxi down to the train station with her so we could have a look about town. We got out of the taxi and all it took was for me to say 'Oh look, there's an O'Neills' which is an Irish Bar for Niamh to reply 'When's the last train'. 14 pitchers and a few honey bombs later we were well and truly on our way. 

Proper wolfpack send off. 

My friends from home are some of the craziest people I know but defiantly the most caring and selfless.  

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. 

Jesus, does anyone?

Note to self: Relationships are more important than work. Enjoy life and the people in it. 

Speak Soon, Stay Lucky x