Accompanied by Irish Traditional Music.

Taking the nation by storm.

12 to 15 times a year… Booking not required.
We’ll bring the show to you!

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Irish Traditional Dancing



Pretty shaggin’ high…

Wind conditions?

Blowy as fuck!

I missed my calling as a meteorologist… [sigh]

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Chances of rain?



Big forest…

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Small guy



Warm blanket
Hot chocolate
Late Late Toy Show on the laptop.

The 2015-2016 Christmas season has officially kicked off.

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The Very Late Show



As I had forgotten to pack a lunch today, and given the massive queue at the sandwich-place-that’s-closest-to-work, I offered to go to McMeumeumeu to Carlos.
His face instantly lit up.
It has to be said that I very rarely condescend to eat consume quasi-food products in the place with the big yellow M (for ‘merde’) on the door.

The atmosphere soon took a turn for the worse though as Carlos reflected sadly on the unprecedented levels of violence impacting our world (I tried to explain to him that the levels of violence have been higher in the past – late 80s and early 90s spring to mind* – but that it wasn’t so close to home, so barely noticeable).

By the time he had finished his quarter pounder with cheese, there was little hope for humanity.

By the time he grabbed his diet coke, we were a doomed race.

When the long rattling slurp he produced through his straw reminded us both of the trumpets of the apocalypse, I was faced with a binary choice.

Either comfort him and try to lighten things up like any decent friend would.

Or whip my camera out from under the table and immortalise the sad slurping moment.

* Afri-what?!




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Happy(ish) Meal



Philippe (not his real name*) has taken to eating his dinner in the office.

The place is so effervescent at lunch time that he wants to recapture the buzz after a long day of hunting and crushing bugs.

This is his third day on the discounted fish fingers (40% off on Monday, Tesco Dun Laoghaire, unmissable).

His stock of chocolate Weetabix has sunk to a dangerously low level.
They were half price for a short while at the beginning of September. He bought 18 boxes.

We, the Gallic bargain hunters, are total suckers for a discount.

The day the local new age clinic does a 50% flash sale on the colonic irrigations, I’ll have to fight him out of the way to get to the counter first…

* Oops shite, it is his real name, too late to change that I guess.

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