Tide was in and he got quite wet!
This was before the chains and bollards I see on Streetview today, not that they would have stopped a determined drunk, m'Lud.
The Ford O'Ryan(?) was, obviously, front wheel drive so despite its back end being afloat, its front end kept on driving backward till the whole thing was afloat.
The pint of Guinness, (perusal of menu, pint of Guinness, place order, pint of Guinness while waiting for food to arrive, pint of Guinness with the Lobster Bisque, Pint of Guinness with the dozen oysters, pint of Guinness with the Guinness and a pint of Guinness as pudding) obviously had the desired effect and all on board remained calm and drunk while the locals poked and prodded at the car until they got the front wheels onto terra firma on the hard to the left of the car. My rallying background had managed to keep the engine alight and I simply drove out of the sea, managed a fifteen-point turn and weaved my way back to the hotel in Galway.
My local passengers were unconcerned about the Gardai car that followed us into the car park but the rap on the window from the snout of an automatic weapon had a rather sobering effect.
Expecting to be breathalysed, pistol whipped and thrown into the dungeons, we were all rather non-plussed when we were told to open the boot!
'It's a hire car!'
'Open the boot' to the chorus of a couple of weapons being cocked.
We opened the boot, wishing we really were in the dungeons.
Nothing!
Interestingly, not even a jack or jack handle for the spare wheel!
Satisfied with what they didn't find, the Irish plod made to leave.
Not so fast occifer!
One of the locals, who didn't stand to lose his liberty, asked what they had expected to find in the boot.
A horse!
Pardon?
We are looking for a race horse!!
Chorus of schoolboy giggles! Honestly, the Irish!
You haven't heard?
Heard what?
Shergar has been kidnapped!
You really couldn't make it up!
