A trip to Ireland wouldn’t be complete without kissing the fable Blarney Stone. Thankfully, in the Spring of 2009, my school trip to the UK allowed me to do so, and here’s photographic evidence that I did kiss it. The location of it was a bit tricky, as it was underneath this wall, meaning that you had to crane your head; it also meant that you were sticking out far enough under that gap where you were scared that you could see the ground. Finally, note that the boxers I’m wearing here-I had bought them the previous day. And to this day it’s still up in the air about whether or not the alleged “gift of the gab” from kissing the stone has applied to me.