Disappointing day.  It turns out that my hotel doesn't really have cable - no Setanta, so no watching the game in my room.  My quest to find a pub willing to open at 5am has turned up nothing so far, so it looks like I'll be trying to stream the game over the hotel's wireless connection.

Failing that, the audio feed.  Whatever I can get.

After a drive across the country, I'm ensconced in Clifden in the middle of their cultural festival.  At least that's what I think it is...there's a lot of people on the street, and a lot of drinking going on.  But this is Ireland, so it could be normal Thursday behaviour.  No city swathed in purple here, but the locals are a friendly folk and the Guinness is good...perhaps too good.  It's been great to read about how the purple army has taken over Melbourne - absolute respect for all those who found a way to get over there.  I'm still waiting for updates on the Docker Fokker with avid interest - guys, post photos (and plenty of them) so that this tragic can soak up some of the atmosphere.

I can't help but think how much Matt Price would have revelled in this week.  He put our crazy love for the club into words much better than I can, I've read Way to Go perhaps fifty times now and it's still as good a read as it was the first time.  This one's for you Matt, and I hope that the club finds the time to acknowledge you if we pull it off.

I'm supposed to be out and about with the camera tomorrow, but I suspect that I'll be too distracted to do a proper job.  Still, I have plenty of shots from Iceland to sort, tag and edit...I can afford to take a break from shooting for a day.  Not long to go now.