So I went out tonight, a birthday do for a friend who I used to work with. We went to a place called "Dicey's Garden" on Harcourt street in Dublin. I got there and was surrounded by people I hardly knew except through work. The real point of the story though, is that the place was like a bad accountant's ledger - loads of lost figures. I'm pretty sure I was in the place that youth goes to die, or "the youth graveyard" if you like. Dicey's was filled with pre-middle-aged jackasses pretending they were still twenty-three. A little while later, I saw someone's mam. I don't mean MILF either - more like MTMMWCOME - mom that makes me want to claw out my eyes. What the hell these people wanted to listen to the pussycat dolls for was beyond me. And, of course, thus began the "thrash about like eejits" portion of the evening. Why any self-respecting adult would flop about like a landed trout is further beyond me than the liking of crap music for thirteen year olds. It was like a fat, mis-shapen salmon run, flapping and flipping in a desperate, gasping attempt to maybe reach the spawning ground.
God I hate the southside.
PS - This is hilarious -