“goin to rory’s, mam! txt u ltr!!:)”

There’s a piece in today’s Irish Examiner about three 5th-year lads (two from Rathgar, one from Wicklow) who told their parents they were having a sleepover in one of their places.

But unlike everyone else who used that trick and went bushing/cow-tipping/ happy-slapping, these legends went to Italy for the Ireland game last week.

There’s some quailty quotes from the so-called ‘ringleader’.

We texted to say we were all having a good time and they never suspected anything. That’s the beauty of text messages. If they had rung us during the match they would have heard the crowd singing The Fields of Athenry.

They sound like they were more organized than me to be fair.