The aftermath. 2011 edition

This is Brian, Canadian national. On a short visit to Dublin between Kandahar and home.
He lost his mates at some stage during the night.
And the piece of paper with the address written on it. Not surprising when his jeans look like they've been through a shredder (a very muddy one).

In his own words he had a "fucking awesome time!"

He has been on and off the Dart a couple of times this morning, in the vague hope that some station might trigger a visual memory of where his mates are. He vaguely remembered dropping his bag in a place quite close to the sea, and not too far from the stadium...
The hangover has not fully kicked in yet, I'd recommend an ibuprofen IV by 2pm at the latest.
Then he'll wish he was back in Afghanistan instead...