Last night was Ruthie's birthday. We stalled it out to Doran's and had ourselves a decent time. It was a bit too packed for me, so I actually spent most of my night outside. I had me a delicious subway.
Subway is not the same as takeaway.
Paul, Ruthie, Olivia and I left about 1.30 and headed out to Dun Laoghaire to go for a walk along the pier, cos it's one of our favourite things to do. It was pretty nice out there although it was a bit chilly.
There was a fox on the pier. He kept running and hiding in the shadows between the lights and having sneaky glances at us. I love urban foxes.
I dropped everyone home and started making my way back to Skerries.
Because the car I'm using, while my own is out of action, isn't exactly a mean machine, I'm not using the M1 to get home as of late. Because of this, it was about 4.45 by the time I was on the final stretch from Lusk to Skerries.
As I was turning at Blake's Cross I noticed an unmarked Garda car with his lights flashing behind some van. There's plenty of subtle patrols that go along that stretch of road late at night to try to catch people driving stupidly or dangerously.
When I was about 5 or 6 kilometres from Skerries, a car pulls up behind me and follows me pretty closely. I've already had a run in with the law on this particular stretch of road, and I'm in no mood for another, so I'm driving on the conscientious side of safety, going about 70 or 75 in an 80km/h zone.
In order to get into Skerries from this road, you have to drive under a railway bridge and then immediately around a roundabout.
I slowed to about 40 going under the bridge, and as soon as I get through, some idiot came driving up my lane onto the roundabout driving the wrong direction. I had to jam on to avoid hitting him.
The guy just continues on his merry way as if there's nothing wrong and goes under the bridge. It's at this point that the car behind me turned on it's blue lights and sped around the roundabout after him.
Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not after you.