Rhythmic sky-water,
Feckin' Irish summer starts,
I sit in my hut.
If you took a gander at my personal information - and you really should, I have all sorts of cool things like my mother's maiden name, and credit card number - you'll know that I work as a lifeguard. In Ireland, that means taking off my top hat and buckled shoes for June, July and August, and sitting in a tiny hut on Killiney Beach watching the water cycle in all its glory. I also tell people where Bono's house is, and on very rare occasions, where Enya's castle is.
That'll be it for the minute, I'll leave you with an epic tune I discovered the other day.
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