I have just found out how I will be spending my money when I win the Lottery. Never mind that it is my husband that buys the Lottery ticket; I know where he sleeps.
I'm leaning toward the island off Cork. No hurricanes to worry about, no touristy-type men in Speedos, and I think the local yokels may even speak English. You fuckers better get permission before you come and visit me, though. I'll have sharks with frickin' laser beams on their heads patrolling the waters.