Now, that’s an Irish summer I can identify with.

Why o why o why did I buy that camping gear yesterday?
Why?  What on earth possessed me? 
Jinxed. We are jinxed. I have jinxed the whole nation.
A bit like Alan Kelly, that bollix, when he bought the convertible Saab in 2006. A convertible car? In Ireland?! We had the poxiest of summers that year, because of his Saab. 

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