Things you can do down the country that you can't do in Dublin.

Wait on a crossroads for someone to come along.
Leave your change on the bar.
Play a game of pool with a couple of young lads.
Lose, and buy a bottle of red lemonade for the winners.
Buy a bottle of red lemonade.
Ask a complete stranger has he a tip for the 4.40 at Navan.
Rub your hands together when a plate of stew is put in front of you.
Blame Dublin.
Elect Michael Lowry.
Be told by your Auntie, that the only reason that you're getting stew at all is because "Your mother's a friend of mine"
Wash up
Go to Mass
See your great-auntie Brid
Wait at a different crossroads
Bond with your uncle who has an accumlator going.
Tell everyone that your mam is grand.
Visit a cemetary.
Waste half an hour chatting a girl up only to find she's your cousin.
Give out about your closest neighbours
Get the roide in Hayes' hotel while explaining to a young one how it was all fields down there.
Go to mass.
Fry up everything that couldn't walk from the previous night.
Miss your cousins.
Be strangely sad on the train.

Stare down a butcher. "Those chops are a bit fatty Michael"
Be beady-eyed.
Win two extra chops.
So AHer's what have I missed?