One of local papers ran a story on a [woman who went to ALL FIVE Garth Brookes Croke Park concerts, ](https://www.westmeathindependent.ie/2022/09/20/daughter-of-local-musician-goes-to-all-five-garth-brooks-irish-concerts/).
One of local papers ran a story on a [woman who went to ALL FIVE Garth Brookes Croke Park concerts, ](https://www.westmeathindependent.ie/2022/09/20/daughter-of-local-musician-goes-to-all-five-garth-brooks-irish-concerts/).
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This account from a lad who met Garth Brooks in Ireland during his stay:
I met Garth at a filling station in Kildare last week. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a gowl and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him laugh as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen sausage rolls in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Got a story about a small group of kids (it was like 5-10 or something) going on a school funded trip that sounded like the most boring trip ever that some poor child’s parents thought sounded like good “funducation” to get the kids to go away and somehow convinced the school.
“you kids did great, you deserve a reward, like going to the library and an extra serving of vitamins”
I have already forgotten what school, why the kids get to go, and what it was. All I remember was the trying not to fall asleep trying to read the itinerary and thinking how I’d rather spent that week picking fights with Garda then do that trip.
My local is morbid, the top story is always a list of who died in the last 24 hours, followed by articles about who was in court and for what.