Round Ireland with a Fridge

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I hereby bet Tony Hawks the sum of One Hundred Pounds that he cannot hitchhike round the circumference of Ireland, with a fridge, within one calendar month.

Have you ever made a drunken bet? Worse still, have you ever tried to win one? In attempting to hitchhike round Ireland with a fridge, Tony Hawks did both, and his foolhardiness led him to one of the best experiences of his life. Joined by his trusty travelling companion-cum-domestic appliance, he made his way from Dublin to...

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Overview

I hereby bet Tony Hawks the sum of One Hundred Pounds that he cannot hitchhike round the circumference of Ireland, with a fridge, within one calendar month.

Have you ever made a drunken bet? Worse still, have you ever tried to win one? In attempting to hitchhike round Ireland with a fridge, Tony Hawks did both, and his foolhardiness led him to one of the best experiences of his life. Joined by his trusty travelling companion-cum-domestic appliance, he made his way from Dublin to Donegal, from Sligo through Mayo, Galway, Clare, Kerry, Cork, Wexford, Wicklow - and back again to Dublin. In their month of madness, Tony and his fridge met a real prince, a bogus king, and the fridge got christened. They surfed together, entered a bachelor festival, and one of them had sex without the other knowing. And unexpectedly, the fridge itself became a momentary focus for the people of Ireland.

An international bestseller, Round Ireland with a Fridge is a classic travel adventure in the tradition of Bill Bryson with a dash of Dave Barry.

Author Biography: TONY HAWKS lives in London and divides his time equally between writing, performing, and playing tennis. He makes regular appearances on British radio and is currently the host of The Best Show in the World.

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The Irish Times
Part autobiography, part travelogue, part Guinness-addled ramblings.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
When British writer, performer and musician Hawks makes a drunken bet for 100 that he can "hitchhike round the circumference of Ireland, with a fridge, in one calendar month," he starts, in 1997, an unexpectedly wonderful adventure into the good-natured soul of the Irish people. Though the book begins inauspiciously as a bad parody of Dave Barry's travel books, with Hawks assuming a smug distance from the people and events he encounters, happily fate intervenes in the form of a jovial radio-show host who convinces Hawks to phone in daily to share updates about his travels with the fridge. Almost overnight, Hawks becomes a regional legend--"The Fridge Man"--with all sorts of people willing to help him achieve his goal, however silly it may be. What could have been a convenient contrivance actually allows a kinder and far funnier Hawks to appear, as his daily talks with his radio "fans" bring him unexpected delights, including encounters with an overenthusiastic innkeeper and his family, the amazing champion surfer Bingo, various musicians and lots of pub visits. In the end, Hawks's book becomes a lively celebration of contemporary Irish society and the goodwill of its people that neither revels in irony nor descends into mawkishness. (Mar.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
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Yes, a fridge. People sometimes do the craziest things when they've had too many beers. Hawks, known throughout Great Britain for his humor and appearances on various radio and television shows, made a drunken bet with a friend that he could successfully hitchhike around Ireland with a refrigerator as his traveling companion. Once sober, he realized the magnitude of the task he'd set himself but agreed to honor the bet anyway. The result is a hysterically funny travelog, in which Hawks shares his warm regard for the Irish, his amusing contacts with the natives, anecdotes from places he stayed, and brief tales about those who gave him rides. Anyone who enjoys Bill Bryson or Dave Barry will greatly appreciate Hawks for a writing style that seems to be a stew made of one part Monty Python, one part Benny Hill, and two parts Barry. Highly recommended for public libraries and academic libraries with browsing collections.--Sandra Knowles, Henderson Cty. P.L., Hendersonville, NC Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
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"Round Ireland with a Fridge is a sort of alternative Michael Palin tome and a far better read thatn you would expect. It is part autobiography, part travelogue, and part Guinness-addled ramblings." —The Irish Times

"One ridiculous and sumbline example of the high-concept travel book is the British comedian Tony Hawk's Round Ireland with a Fridge....The whole book is driven by the sheer lunacy of the original proposition, and the sweet bottom line is that anything that brings people together and shows them this good a time isn't stupid at all." --The New York Times Book Review

"A rambling but ultimately warmhearted diary-like account that combines elements of Let's Go Ireland, Cheers, and Seinfeld...Hawks has produced a witty, silly, tribute to the hospitality and generosity that the Emerald Isle is famous for. —The Post and Courier (Charleston, S.C.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780091863272
  • Publisher: Random House UK
  • Publication date: 4/28/1998
  • Pages: 256

Meet the Author

Tony Hawks lives in London and divides his time equally between writing, performing, and playing tennis. He makes regular appearances on British radio and is currently the host of The Best Show in the World.

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Prologue

I'm not, by nature, a betting man. However, the pages that follow in this book do not bear testimony to that. In fact they exist wholly as the result of a bet.

    I'm not, by nature, a drinking man. However, the making of the bet which led to this book does not bear testimony to that. Because I made it when I was pissed.

    Everything you read from this moment forth is a tribute to what can be achieved as a result of a shabby night of booze.


Chapter One

If Only


In 1989 I went to Ireland for the first time. I don't know why it had taken so long. Some parts of the world you make a conscious effort to visit and others have to wait until fate delivers you there.

    When the moment arrived for me to set foot on the Emerald Isle, it was as a result of a badly written song. An Irish friend from London, Seamus, had urged me to compose a piece for him and his mate Tim to sing at an International Song Competition which was held each year in his home town. Qualification for the final, he explained, was a formality provided I agreed to do a twenty-minute stand-up comedy set for the audience whilst the judges were out. Seamus wanted to perform a humorous song, and had asked me to come up with something that would `set it apart' from the other mundane entries. In the event, what would set it apart would be a quite significant drop in standard.

    The song I had written was called `I Wanna Have Tea With Batman'. Now I consider myself to be a good songwriter (in spite of my onlycommercial success being a one-off hit record called `Stutter Rap' by Morris Minor And The Majors), but this song was ... how can I put it? ... yes, that's it — poor. To their credit, Seamus and Tim conjured up a performance to match it.

    In an extraordinary gesture which was at best surreal and at worst embarrassing, they dressed as Batman and Robin. At least that's what they had aimed to do, but a limited costume budget had left them in borrowed tights, miscellaneous lycra and academic robes doubling as capes. They resembled a couple of children entered for a fancy dress competition by uninterested parents. Seamus seemed unconcerned, his theory of comedy being that if you had an `outrageous' outfit, that was enough; and then he announced his master stroke that one of them would carry a teapot and the other a kettle.

    One had to admire his courage, for he was performing in front of his home town and everyone he had grown up with was there. Friends, family, teachers, shopkeepers, barmen, drunks and priests were all rooting for him. If one was going to let oneself down very badly — and Seamus was most definitely going to do that — it would be difficult to imagine an assembled throng with which it would have more resonance.

    Seamus and Tim took centre stage. The audience responded with an audible inhalation of breath. For them, there was little to suggest that the two characters before them were supposed to be Batman and Robin, and they were clearly taken aback by this magnificent fusion of colour, tights and kitchen appliances.

    I watched from the back, experiencing for the first time a curious blend of wonderment and discomfort, and could see in the faces of both performers that their self belief in the costume selection was ebbing away with each elongated second. Thankfully, from the congregation, astonishment subsided into applause. The conductor caught the eye of our superheroes and they nodded to establish they were ready. The band struck up. The musical introduction finished but neither Tim nor Seamus began singing. They looked accusingly at each other. Paralysed with nerves one of them had missed their cue. Somebody near me allowed their head to drop into their hands. Seamus, man of the moment, stepped forward and signalled to the conductor to stop the band. Astonishingly the maestro ignored him. He was pretending he couldn't see Shea's frantic signals. For God's sake, how bad could his eyesight be? Was it possible not to notice the flapping arms of a multi-coloured caped crusader brandishing a teapot in anger?

    That conductor was more focused than most of us could ever hope to be. He had a long evening to get through and he was going to get through it in the shortest available time. Going back and starting again for those who had screwed up wasn't on the agenda, even if it was `Good old Seamus' from down the way. And so, with all the obduracy of a first world war general, his head stayed firmly down and the band played on.

    Time went into stasis. I simply have no way of knowing how long it was before Seamus abandoned his frenzied gesticulations, punched Tim, and they both began singing. Indeed, I can't recall how badly they performed the rest of the song. Who cares? The audience applauded, they won `Most Entertaining Act', and so began my fascination with Ireland.


Aside from the song contest débâcle, there had been another incident which had made this first trip to Ireland stand out in my mind. On arrival at Dublin Airport, I had been met by Seamus's lifelong friend Kieran and driven to Cavan. As we headed north and discussed Batman and Robin's prospects (Kieran was peculiarly guarded on the subject, but later I understood why when I learned that he had watched their rehearsals), I noticed a figure by the side of the road, hitch-hiking. I looked closer, as one does with hitch-hikers, to make that split-second assessment of their appearance to judge their suitability for travel companionship. This was odd. Very odd. He had something alongside him and he was leaning on it. It was a fridge. This man was hitch-hiking with a fridge.

    `Kieran, was that man hitch-hiking with a fridge?'

    `Oh yeah.'

    There was nothing in Kieran's tone of voice to suggest the slightest hint of surprise. I had clearly arrived in a country where qualification for `eccentric' involved a great deal more than that to which I had become used.


Years passed. (I've always wanted to write that.) The Song Competition had become an anecdote which was given an airing at dinner parties approximately once every two years, and a reference to the fridge hitchhiker always accompanied it as something of a postscript. For some reason, the image of this man and his large white appendage was indelibly stamped on my memory. I could still see him there by the roadside, something in his face demonstrating a supreme confidence that the presence of his refrigerator would in no way impair his chances of a ride. Sometimes I wondered whether I had imagined him, but no, Kieran had witnessed the miracle too.

    Had it not been for Kieran, I could have allowed my imagination to develop `Fridge Man' into some kind of spiritual revelation; an apparition, an angel who had appeared to me as a symbol of optimism in a bleak, cynical world. I could be the apostle who spread the message that we could all transport our burdens with the ease of `Fridge Man', if only we trusted in our fellow man to stop and help us on our way. I could hand out leaflets at railway stations and arrange meetings, steadily recruiting followers into a utopia where, when you opened your door to the world, a little light came on and illuminated your groceries.

    Alternatively, I could pull myself together.


And that is exactly what I did. The fridge incident was forgotten, banished to the recesses of my mind where matters of infinitesimal consequence belonged. It took alcohol in excess to throw it back up again.

    The occasion was a dinner of party with some friends down in Brighton. A vast quantity of wine had been consumed and the atmosphere was, shall we say, lively. Round about midnight those present settled on a short discussion on the merits of the new fridge which Kevin had bought, and then, by a series of turns, our raddled attention was given to a trip he was planning to Ireland. The juxtaposition of the two triggered a triumphal re-emergence of my fridge hitch-hiking story, which I relayed to the guests via a long-winded collection of badly slurred words. Kevin's response was unambiguous.

    `Bollocks.'

    `It's not bollocks,' I countered. I had hoped this would see him off, but there was more.

    `Yes, it is. Nobody could ever get a lift with a fridge.'

    `They could in Ireland, it's a magical place.'

    `Magical! So's my arse!'

    I let the subject drop. Experience had taught me that someone mentioning how magical their arse was tended not to precede stimulating and considered debate.

    When I woke in the morning, in a physical condition which served as a reminder as to what had taken place the night before, I found a note by my bed:


`I hereby bet Tony Hawks the sum of One Hundred Pounds that he cannot hitch-hike round the circumference of Ireland, with a fridge, within one calendar month.'


And there was Kevin's signature, and below it, an illegible squiggle which I took to be mine.

    And so, the bet was made.


Now, it's no good me pretending that the gauntlet had been thrown down and that my honour was at stake if I didn't pick it up and rise to the challenge set down before me. I had been drunk and so had Kevin, and if people were held to things said when sloshed, then we'd all be tragic heroes, ensnared in miserable lives enforced upon us by our own reckless words. I'd still be with Alison Wilcox who I'd told I would `love forever' in the midst of a lager-sodden teenage one-night stand. I find it difficult to imagine us still together now — mortgage, kids and Ford Mondeo, given that the only thing we really had in common was a failure to remember each other's names in the morning.

    In fact when I did get round to calling Kevin, he had only a very sketchy recollection of the whole sorry saga. The last thing he was going to do was to hold me to something he could barely remember having taken place. So why, a month later did I find myself seriously considering taking the bet on? There was no need, no need at all, and yet there I was looking at a map of Ireland and trying to work out the mileage involved in making its coastal circuit. Alas, I had been struck down with what psychoanalysts refer to as G.T.D.S.B.S. syndrome.

    Naturally, the adopted logic of those suffering from G.T.D.S.B.S. syndrome is flawed and can be easily exposed. I cite a short conversation I had with a mountaineer (mountaineers are probably the most common casualties of this phenomenon) as an example of how easily this may be achieved: `Why, in the bitter conditions of an Alpine winter, are you tackling the dangerous and challenging northeastern face of the fearsome Mattherhorn?' `Because it's there.'

   `But so are your slippers and the TV remote.' Q.E.D., I think.

    Why subject yourself to untold pain and deprivation when popping to the shops and back followed by a bit of a sit down, is an option? Why explore when you can tidy? Why sail singlehandedly when you can read singlehandedly, trek when you can taxi, abseil when you can take the stairs, stand when you can sit, or listen to Neil Sedaka's Greatest Hits when you can take your own life?

    And it's no good pretending that G.T.D.S.B.S. syndrome is rare, because we all know someone who has been touched by it. Someone at work, or their brother, or someone in the aerobics class, has run a marathon. Twenty-six miles. Twenty-six pointless miles. And do we know anyone who has enjoyed it? Of course we don't. They might pretend they enjoyed it, but they're lying. Life is full of mysteries, doubts and unfathomables but if we can be certain of one thing in this world then it is this:

Running twenty-six miles is no fun.

    I think it was probably an American who came up with the adage `if it ain't hurting, it ain't working'. It would be nice to think that shortly after he uttered those words someone smacked him in the mouth by way of demonstrating how well it was working for him.

    And yet I was just as deluded as the marathon runner, maybe even more so. All logic defied what I found myself contemplating. I would sit up late at night weighing up the pros and cons. All right, the cons won hands down, but there were times when I managed to make the whole thing seem glamorous. An adventure, the unknown, the chance to do something no one had done before. Wow! — something no one had done before. That's something most of us can only dream of.

    If you're not sure of the lengths to which people are prepared to go in order to set themselves apart from their fellow Man, then have a browse through The Guinness Book Of Records next time you find yourself with a couple of free minutes in the reference library. That's exactly what I found myself doing one morning — checking the entries under Refrigerators and Hitch-hiking, just to confirm that the whole Ireland/fridge venture hadn't already been successfully undertaken by a seventeen-year-old biology student from Sheffield. Research brought relief when I discovered that nobody had done it, but honestly, you wouldn't believe some of the things they had done.

    Akira Matsushima of Japan unicycled a distance of 5,244 km from Newport Oregon, to Washington DC, from 10 July to 22 August 1992.

    Quite impressive given that most people would be chuffed just to make it across a room. But the efforts of Akira must have pissed off another aspiring unicyclist, Ashrita Furman of the US, who wanted to establish a unicycling record of his own, but felt unable to eclipse the feat of the one-wheeled Jap. So, what to do? Of course — it's obvious, isn't it? Start practising unicyclying backwards.

    Ashrita Furman of the US unicycled 85.5 km backwards at Forest Park, Queens, US, on 16 September 1994.

    Well, I just hope his parents are proud of him. What an invaluable skill their son has acquired. Further study of this most bizarre of textbooks revealed that Ashrita was one of many who adhered to the school of thought that if you couldn't break a world record forwards, then your best bet was to have a go at doing it backwards.

    Timothy `Bud' Badyna ran the fastest backwards marathon — 3 hours 53 minutes and 17 seconds at Toledo, Ohio, on 24 April 1994.

    I checked to see whether Timothy `Bud' Badyna had also managed an entry under `Biggest Wanker', but I was disappointed to find that he hadn't. Congratulations though to the Conservative MP, Edward Leigh.

    Before I returned the book to its shelf, I scoured the pages for an entry under `Most failed attempts to get into the Guinness Book Of Records', hoping to see a list of efforts like:

    Most amounts of cheese eaten in a force 8 wind.

    Most number of years spent attempting to startle a postman every morning.

    Shiniest ears.

    Biggest piece of wood coloured in, in crayon.

    Widest dog.

    Tallest fish.

    Smallest pair of swimming trunks.

    But alas, I found nothing. One day, I hope, the publishers will see the wisdom of introducing such a category.

    So, given the efforts of Ashrita Furman, Timothy `Bud' Badyna and friends, I was able to conclude that my plans were rational enough, as for the most part I would be moving in the direction known as `forwards'. Happy in the knowledge that I hadn't lost my mind (in fact I was so happy that I was doing a little jig and singing at the top of my voice in the High Street), I was able to give consideration to another factor in the decision making process. That of regret.

    I was reminded of something Nigel Walker had said: `There are two words I don't want to find myself uttering as an old man, and they are "If only ..."' If only. We all have our own `if onlys'. If only I'd studied harder, if only I'd stuck with those piano lessons, if only I'd spoken to that girl at the bus stop, if only I hadn't spoken to that girl at the bus stop, if only I'd remembered Alison Wilcox's name in the morning.

    Nigel Walker is a former Olympic hurdler who gave it all up and became a Welsh International rugby player. I had the privilege of meeting him at a corporate function I was hosting, where he was giving a talk about his life with particular reference on the `need to adapt'. There could have been few people better qualified to talk on the subject. His talk was punctuated with video clips of his sporting achievements, and one particular sporting failure. The 1984 Olympic 110m hurdle semi-final and the culmination of four years of dedicated, exhaustive and sometimes punishing training. As Nigel showed the clip of the race, we all watched in horror as he caught his leading foot on the seventh hurdle and went crashing to the ground. In that moment, everyone present felt Nigel's disappointment as if it was their own — that sudden destruction of a dream held for so long, aspirations of glory brutally subverted by pain, both mental and physical.

    Nigel stopped the video clip and smiled. (It must have been a few years before he was able to pull that trick.) `So, what next?' he said, with characteristic Welsh understatement. He went on to explain that although he had considered a career change at this low moment, it wasn't until he failed to qualify for the 1992 Olympics that he felt he ought to make the change to rugby. Friends and colleagues advised him otherwise, but he was determined, not least because he didn't want to find himself saying at a much later date `If only I'd had a serious go at playing rugby'.

    The clips that followed were all the more important. They were a compilation of Nigel's magnificent international tries for Wales, and they left the corporate audience uplifted in a way that I had never seen before. But never mind, the managing director's speech, `Corporate re-structuring in the domestic marketplace', soon put paid to that.

    However, before the managing director proudly strode behind the lectern and embarked on his speech which would deaden the senses of a now uplifted audience, I was required to join Nigel on stage to conduct a short interview. There was one question I simply couldn't resist asking him.

    `Nigel, was there any point when you thought to yourself, as you were lying prostrate on the Olympic track alongside an upturned hurdle with two badly grazed knees, "If only I'd jumped a bit higher ...?"'

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  • Posted June 1, 2010

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    Funny with an enlightening message

    I can't recall for sure but I believe I noticed this from a B&N Recommends posting. I'm glad I followed up on it. I needed a change of pace from the business and personal improvement genres. I enjoyed this book because it was so many things wrapped in an enjoyable read: a journal-like telling, comedy, enlightening, and modern. Tony tells a good story that wraps all those factors nicely together. He made his travels vivid with his words and even added pictures to help. It certainly made me look into his other works to put in the queue for the summer!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2009

    Hysterical

    I loved this book, laughed my way through the entire thing. You might consider not drinking while reading this lest any come out your nose :)

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  • Posted July 27, 2009

    Fabulous book.

    This book is Fabulous. Very Funny and entertaining.

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  • Posted June 29, 2009

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    Amazing and Inspirational (with a lot of laughs)

    I have always had a hard time deciding the next book I want to read. As of lately, I have had the tendency of being "picky" of my choices in the bookstore, to the point that I considered having a personal book recommender. Eventually, I went through the Barnes and Noble recommendations and came across Round Ireland with a Fridge. I have read it and, honestly, it has changed my life.
    I love comedy and so I especially like Hawks' story and his written memories of the journey. He stays true to the necessary fact of explaining the situations and the environment while keeping it interesting and captivating. I was afraid that the book would become rather redundant because I felt that there was only so much you could say about hitchhiking in a country before the story seems to melt together. But Hawks proved me wrong. He has interesting one of a kind stories to share and I fell in love with the journey, his memories, and with the symbolism of the fridge.
    It a book filled with inspiration and hope of human kindness and a keen sense of adventure. Admittedly, a journey like his may not be everyone's destiny and path in life but the book is a testament to follow your dreams, regardless of how ridiculous it seems. Also, to live life knowing that you grow and learn for experiences, so don't give up on any opportunity.

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  • Posted April 9, 2009

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    You Will Laugh!

    After a night of heavy drinking with some buddies, British comedian Tony Hawks awoke to find a note pinned to his shirt stating that he had accepted a bet to hitchhike the circumference of Ireland with a refrigerator in tow. Part memoir and part travel journal, Tony takes us on his adventure 'round Ireland as he and his mini-fridge attempt to win this bet. You will laugh out loud every chapter as events unfold that could only happen in Ireland and be moved as those events start to take on significant meaning in Tony's life. If you are someone who loves to laugh and values a unique perspective then I highly recommend this book for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2003

    I laughed out loud!

    This is one of the funniest books I've read in since Murphy's Bar. We could all use more fun like this. It's a welcome release from the world's situations.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2003

    So worth it!

    A friend of mine picked this up for me a year ago when I decided to spend a summer in Ireland and it turned me onto the gorgeous country even more. Hawk is funny, sweet, and an excellent writer. You need to pick this book up if you love to laugh and you love the Irish. And if you don't love either- you will once you read the last page!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2003

    One of the best books I've ever read

    I first found this book in London - when I opened this book I couldnt put it down! It is such a fun book to read. You really get into it! It feels like you're there! I'm actually going to go to Ireland in a few months, and I will probably read it again before I get there!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2001

    Funny, well written ,whimsical.

    The only problem with this book is that no one can put it down. The longest period I have known anyone taking to finish it is two days.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2001

    HAHAHAHA..... oh, I have too much spare time

    Ha, well, this book is GREAT. It is a shame so few people have read it. If you are looking at this review, then you are quite probably wanting to buy this book (and if not, then you are looking at book reviews for enjoyment you strange, strange person). Anyway, yea, if you want to buy or read this book, or both for that matter, DO NOT HESITATE. You see that little add to cart button? Press it! Now! If not, you will be regretting it for the rest of your god-given life. One little note though, if you do not like the strange, then stay as far away from this book as possible. It is quite probably the weirdest book ever written, and i love it. Read it now! Now, now, now! HAHAHAHAHAHA

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2001

    Guinness Fueled Genius

    I was given this book from an Irish friend, who couldn't believe that I had just chosen to work and travel in the USA for the Summer. He had been trying to sway me to visit his homeland instead and the present was a final tactic of persuasion. The gesture came too late, but I began the book on the plane to New York city, and barely put it down 'til it was finished. It can only be described as hilarious, and has made my mind up for me....as soon as I return to Edinburgh, Scotland, I will be booking a trip to the Emerald Isle! Having also read the extract from his second adventure: 'Playing the Moldovans at Tennis' I can't wait to find, buy and read the book. Finally, if Tony ever visits Edinburgh I'd love to buy him a pint - Guinness of course!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2001

    Have to be there!!!!

    In order to fully appreciate this book, perhaps you need to have experienced Ireland in the flesh. Perhaps not. I am not sure? However, shortly after I traveled to Ireland I picked it up. I read it cover to cover in about two days. It is humorous, touching and a there is something for everyone. It is a true story of an Englishman who makes a drunken bet to hitch hike across Ireland with a fridge in thirty days. The bet 100 pounds...the outcome...a life altering experience. It will leave you with a different outlook on life...and perhaps even have you pondering the thought of hitch hiking acrose your native land with a fridge!?!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2001

    Perfect For Anyone Who Needs a Laugh

    This is the funniest book I've read in a long time. It was always able to get me thru a bad day and made me laugh out loud at every page. I am going to give this book to every friend and am anxiously waiting to read his next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2001

    You'll find the 'crack' here

    Anyone who knows how to travel and have a good time at it will appreciate the efforts by Hawks. He's a bit verbose, but give him his due. Spontaneous fun, on planned trips or not-so-well-planned trips, has an effervescence of their own. Nobody can really understand the good time unless they were there, enjoying the moment. The author does the best job he can at conveying the 'guess you had to be there to enjoy it'dilemna. I am sending this book to freinds that I have been to Ireland with, in hopes that they will enjoy it as much as I did.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2000

    The real Ireland - hilarious and heartwarming

    I bought this book for a trans-Atlantic flight and couldn't put it down! I was laughing out loud the whole way, and the 7 hour flight seemed like nothing! I recommend this book to anyone who needs some stress relief and wants to laugh at good-natured humankind. The best 8 pounds I ever spent!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2000

    Totally hilarious read!

    This book had me laughing out loud! The subject matter may be ridiculous, but the author writes amazingly well and makes it feel as though you are on the adventure with him. One of a kind read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 1999

    Irish eyes are laughing

    Great fun!!! I read it on my trip around Ireland and laughed the whole way. Tony Hawkes is a completely adorable man!!! I definately recommend it!

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