Yes, I was in Blarney and no, I did NOT kiss the bloody stone. For the first time I could feel something like peer pressure. I didn't go to Blarney alone, of course, but with my fellow Erasmus students. One after the other lay down and crept over the edge of the castle wall. Always firmly held by two stout Irish men (see picture) who mechanically said "now kiss the stone" and then pressed the camera button. What people do in the hope of being more eloquent! If this stone ever had any talent to pass on: I'm sure it's been sucked out by now. You wonder how I know? There was nothing but silence when we
drove home.
Yes, I was in Blarney and no, I did NOT kiss the bloody stone. For the first time I could feel something like peer pressure. I didn't go to Blarney alone, of course, but with my fellow Erasmus students. One after the other lay down and crept over the edge of the castle wall. Always firmly held by two stout Irish men (see picture) who mechanically said "now kiss the stone" and then pressed the camera button. What people do in the hope of being more eloquent! If this stone ever had any talent to pass on: I'm sure it's been sucked out by now. You wonder how I know? There was nothing but silence when we 
drove home.
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