Monthly Archives: May 2015

Antrim coast, Co Antrim, Northern Ireland tourist

Portrush.

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“The jewel in Antrims crown” they said, “Go to Portrush” they said, “You’ll love it” they said. Bastards!

It’s a duel to see which is shittier, Portrush or Ballycastle. I’d call it a draw.

Allegedly it’s more fun when the bike races are on and the village is overrun by vikings and all sorts of social miscreants.

Barrys amusement emporium (and oft time carry out den).
Barrys “Amusements”. The Las Vegas MGN of the Antrim coast (in their fucking dreams).

There’s a reason Portrush is cockney rhyming slang for thrush. Both are deeply unplesant experiences. I can’t help but feel it might be more interesting if it were underwater, like Atlantis.

Verdict 0/5 (Run away quickly).

Antrim coast, Co Antrim, Northern Ireland tourist

Carrickfergus.

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Ah, good old Carrickfergus. So good they named it once and may have written a song about it.

It’s bad enough that it’s coming down with sectarian murals and smells of wee but it says something when your village elders decide to build a mock village to try and hide the fact that it has become a sectarian, destitute, depraved shit hole.

Spectacular disguise employed by Carrickfergus village elders.
Spectacular disguise employed by Carrickfergus village elders.

 

Verdict 0.5/5 (Avoid like the plague).