I remember that summer in Dublin I went to college for two years in Dublin and my memories of the cycle to and from my Alma Mater are predominantly grey and soggy. But when the spring bounced back over the horizon and the cherry trees began to blossom round the Campanile and students began to … Continue reading
To say that was a busy week is an understatement akin to saying that I only glanced at Jennifer Lopez’s chest in that dress she was wearing at the Oscars… t’was a scene that would rival The Gap of Dunloe at sunrise on a Summer’s day lads. I’m surprised somebody didn’t park a bicycle in … Continue reading
I’m a new man! I’ve let the Mo go, lost the lady-tickler and shaved the soup strainer. Students at work have been telling me I should have left it alone… not sure if they enjoyed the piss taking ammo of it all, tricky bunch those young-folk ;-P I was supposed to go to an ofeeeshall … Continue reading
As I’m buzzing around the country trying to get to at least three festivals in Ireland every week for a year, I’m being educated. I’m learnin’ stuff that I should probably know already, like never drink rum all night with sailors on an island that there’s no escape from, that one of the best sounds … Continue reading
That was the most epic and outrageous weekend so far. I think that I’ve begun a post at least twice now by saying that, but really it was! 6 festivals attended this week, eggs busted on my bulb, pumpkins carved, eaten & viewed, craft beer drank, Penguins playing tunes, a Conker Championship title in the … Continue reading
Smiling in the rain at the OFFline Film Festival Offaly on a rainy Friday, smack bang in the middle of October. I don’t think I will offend any Birriers by saying that this is not my dream destination. In fairness, if you were being water boarded by a steroid addled marine in Guantanamo, you’d have … Continue reading
I’m bet! That was the toughest, fullest, best craic and most surreal weekend so far… A banjo festival on Friday, oysters in Galway on Saturday afternoon, matchmaking madness on Saturday night and trekking up the peaks of The Burren on Sunday. That’s four festivals, well 5 if you count Arthur’s Day as a festival and … Continue reading