Paddy is ready.
None of that slumming it in a 2-man tent with Fionnuala this year. Oh no.
He can only too vividly remember last year’s fiasco, when she overdid the ganja during Underworld’s set.
The explosive puke in the cramped little tent at 4.30 am had kind of dampened his enthusiasm for Ireland’s biggest summer festival.
It had also dampened his sleeping bag, with cider-scented gastric juices.
No, this year, Paddy will be glamping.
Delighted with himself to have spotted that offer on yurts in Argos.
And plastic buckets. For Fionnuala.