We woke up early thanks to the Bible Lady getting her revenge by getting up early but this did mean we could get some free breakfast which was very much appreciated. After having a few people’s worth of breakfast we all eventually managed to get showered and dressed after went back to meet Jordan at flat number 14, our new second home. We went for a walk round Dublin, saw Jess at work then went to watch the Man Utd – Liverpool game in the pub like real men. This was actually fun, Broads and Luke were going mad and it turns out Irish people do actually use the word eejit, so it’s not just Father Ted.
After this testosterone fuelled interlude we went to see No Age at the Exchange which is a really cool new multi purpose arts venue that is funded by the council. I wish we had something like that at home, it’s brilliant. Apparently they have council meetings to decide what to do so it’d be a brilliant project to get involved in. No Age are wicked, the drummer/singer got stuck in Norway last night so he looked happy to be reunited with the guitarist and to be playing. I never quite clicked with them on record but they were brilliant live so I’ll definitely give them another go when I get home. It’s pretty weird to watch a band in the afternoon but it’s a really fun show. The police even turn up to complain about the noise!
After that we just have enough time for some tea at Jord’s before we need to go set up. Me and Mike try to eat on €8 between us so we end up in the spa cafe and this is the horrendous challenge I faced:
Because my teeth aren’t made of diamond I take it back and get my money back and get a chocolate muffin instead. They should make their food better because we’re turning it into a cool kids hang out, we even saw No Age in there.
When we get back we do all the usual getting ready stuff, then Wechter open’s and defiles Pandora’s box just as everyone else arrives and we hang out in the upstairs room and drink all our free beers. Then we play and everyone has lots of fun, Broads gets through the show really well with a bad throat and we all do lots of dancing. After that we drink some more beers and hang out in the street by the van, sell some tshirts, steal €10 off Tash, get abused by some douche bags who say I must be a rich posh fop if I really am from Birmingham, drink some vodka and then go to the Village. Some old dude called Tommy does a bit of karaoke while loads of girls rip his shirt off and then we bust out some moves to the weirdest mix of songs ever. It’s about this point that I realise Dave Clarke is my dancing soul mate and that Dublin is amazing. On the way home everyone decides that we should move to Dublin or at least come back to visit asap! This weekend was amazing and we’re all a bit sad to leave Jord and Jess and all the other wicked people we met. Our hostel room is full of dancers who forgot to wash so the room honks of cheese which adds to the misery.
