Large city on the west coast of Ireland. Set in one of the most beautiful parts of Ireland.
Populated by bogmen and farmers. Mostly filled with drunken scallys at the weekend. This group taken up about 25% of the total population. The other 75% consist of vodka swilly Polish layabouts.
Go into any cafe and you are more likely to be greeted with some sort of eastern European language rather than the local Galway drawl.
At various times of the year fesitvals are held in the area. This only serves to attract more vodka and Guinness swilling crackheads and the even more dangourous and annoying "The Dublin Fourset"
This group live in the Dublin 4 postcode area and think they own the whole country. Easy to spot because they speak with a false English accent and usually have 100 kids all dressed in riding gear even though they wouldn't know what a horse looked like if it came up to them and said, Hi there, I'm a horse
Don't even try to drive in Galway, it's worse than driving in Naples.
Almost as expensive Dublin. When the locals speak of "Ripe off Ireland" it's not with ironey or sarcasm, it's with a sense of pride.....
Ga Ga Ga Galway!!!
A City in the West if Ireland (Connacht) Also known has City of the Tribes after the different family's who lived there (D'arcy,Ffrench,...)
I'm From Galway in the West of Ireland
One of the most gorgeous cities in the world, and the largest county in Ireland (ignore people who tell you it's Clare, retards)
It has BLACKROCK, a diving tower of imense awesomness!
The locals are either scangers, drunkards, culchies, tomers or the nicest people you will ever meet.
The pubs and restraunts are amazing, especially the older, local places, like McDonagh's fish and chips or something of that calibre.
The town is great, and attracts fair such as the Continental Christmas Market and has hosted the Volvo Ocean Race and is set to host the finishing point stop- over for the Ocean Race in 2012.
Galway = epic.
"Yeah, I'm going to Galway for the summer.."
"Woah, holy shit, you're so lucky! while you're there, you should check out some of the amazing sites, pubs and locals...'
The city surrounding Pat Coyne.
....I'll tell you a story about this Bicycle. I was standing on it one night when up comes a Galway Gard
who asks me if that's my bicycle. And, it is my bicycle i says to him, someone gave it to me earlier that day, and there's me eleven o'clock at night standing on the bicycle outside of the King's Head with a Tim Horton cup filled with Rachmaninoff
, and the Gard asking me if it was mine. It is my bicycle, I said, someone gave it earlier to me that day...