I once slept under a mobile telecom eireinn call-card unit in
Limerick
city. Its a funny thing, the
mobile callcard unit.
Almost long enough to give good shelter to a person lying under it, but
not quite long enough.
Rushed back from Scotland for a climbing competition, seeing old
friends, hanging out in the Gym of the university of Limerick,
in the pub. Ahh, the pub that's what started it. A few drinks
and getting to know you again, and then to a night club.
Some bad dancing and worse music, back to the house we were
staying in, and what's that?, a party, and its only four in the
morning, and I'm only half cut so sure.
Into the streets to find a party with not even an address to help me,
sleeping bag under one arm, carrymat under the other. Wandering, asking
is this the party? and then I'm not even sure where I am any more.
Need sleep, need rest, starts to rain and with no directions about me
there is the mobile telecom eireinn callcard unit, graaaand.