Hello from a Dublin doing its best impression of the Bangladesh wet season. I’ve been trying to dry my clothes for three days now resulting in a almost famine like shortage of clean underpants. In true catholic guilt sty-lee this can only be punishment for the heady, sweaty, beery garden-y like times we’ve been having. We were caught off guard in Avalon on Wednesday night with the initial monsoon and our basement looked like third class steerage in that movie with your man and your one on the boat that hit something in the water and sank. “The ship that couldn’t sink but did” i believe it was called. Anyway no major damage was done and were all snug and warm and laughing at Gods wrath with steaming coffees in our hands.
The city seems quiet despite the fact we are fully booked out again this weekend. Its definitely less hairy than usual with the Knockanstockan festival on down in Blessington (great craic altogether). The big event this weekend is the arrival of Ennio Morricone and his orchestra to Kilmainham. If you dont have a ticket to this its not gonna happen and shame on you for not trying harder. The comedy festival is also on in the Iveagh Gardens which is meant to be great and it never sells out so stroll over there for some lol-bombs (sorry) courtsey of David Doherty. Riverdance is breaking floorboards over in the Gaiety, which if you have lots of money and zero taste might be one to take a look at. Alternatively you could just look at this clip from 1994 when Ireland were to Eurovision what Brazil was to international football. This clip is rendered unsuitable for epileptics due to Michael Flatleys shirt.
Chat soon and enjoy your weekend,
If Avalon and Kinlay house were living entities the object they would have most resembled last Monday morning was Oliver Reed’s liver. Bloodshot eyes, sunburnt skin, cidery breath of shame, all were all in abundance come 10:00 a.m check out time. I felt their pain in abundance for i too have been in such predicaments, like the time i fell asleep on the Dart from Pearse to Greystones and was woken up by a ticket inspector in Booterstown. Not much of a distance on paper, however i had been there and back with not one fellow passenger deciding to wake me upon arrival in North Wicklow. I imagine i looked peaceful. One round trip later i was awoken with a firm shoulder shake and loud demands for a ticket from a bright orange figure. Confused, tearfully hungover and with a breath that could knock bison, i tried to explain what had happened. Holding his nose he spoke quickly in that crackled Irish Rail tannoy voice that if i didn’t have a valid ticket i was to get the (naughty word begins with F) off the (naughty word begins with F)ing train. Needless to say i managed to navigate my way home through the public transport labyrinth eventually, a broken man but a slightly wiser man. Now i only drink alcohol without bubbles unless there’s nothing else going. Anyway, in Avalon our guests pain was my pain last Monday morning for i knew only too well that if i was stuck in a field to a soundtrack of a few banjo playing English schoolboys with fake beards and Aran sweaters i would have hit the sauce with gusto, only breaking the gaze from glass to plot my way to the nearest exit.
This weekend in Avalon and Kinlay we are gearing up for another festival party as the three day Longitude event in Marley Park opens its doors this afternoon. The lovely lads from the Cast of Cheers are kicking the whole thing off after which everybody will wait around for FOALS before heading home early. Saturday is the day our barista buddy next door to Avalon is most looking forward to. You can find him going nuts at Le Galaxie and Trent Moller. You can also find him in work at 10 am on Sunday morning so come in and get your coffee but be kind and most importantly, patient. If you ask for a latte and he gives you a bagel just smile and walk away. For me, Sunday has the most to offer with Hot Chip, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kraftwerk and the brilliant Mark Lanegan all making an appearence. If you are completely festival fatigued and you want something relaxed, classical guitarist Eoin “Maestro” Flood is playing a farewell gig in the Pepper Canister Church near Merrion Square. He’s off to Manhatten on a scolarship so he’ll be a bit deeaycent.
Failing all that and you have to work the whole weekend wallowing in sadness perhaps this one from Edwyn Collins will help you get through the next 72 approximate hours.
Right im off, have a good one.
Right no weather talk this time. Im under high pressure to shower you guys with legitimate information on both fronts (Avalon and Kinlay). Dreadful. Showers and water from the skies lead me nicely into the news that we’ve had a little cosmetic surgery in Avalon. Each floor has now been kitted out with some mega stylish, top of the range showers that are guaranteed to scrape away the blood, sweat, sadness and shame you will no doubt be basted in following one of our viking pub crawls.
This weekend in Dublin brings Brandon Flowers and his entourage of oddly shape headed musicians, that includes an Art Garfunkel/Matt Gatiss hybrid on guitar, to Europe’s biggest city green space the Phoenix Park. With support from retarded Irish folk singers (not my words but that of perpetually 90 year old faced Mark E Smith, no.25 http://flavorwire.com/200333/the-30-harshest-musician-on-musician-insults-in-history) Mumford and Sons this will no doubt be one of the most anticipated and sought after boring gigs of the year. On the beige scale this one is cream.
There is a real buzz around the city and its all attributed to a dry Irish summer. In reality, the next few days are looking like they can only be spent in either a park stuffing your face with various cold cuts of meat and drinking cheap wine or sitting outside a pub for some scantily clad people watching. Walking down South William St at 10.30pm in shorts with a t-shirt and still being absolutely roasting is something i can get used to, as is seeing everyone having the time of their lives in newly christened Ibiza Square outside Pygmallion.
In Kinlay this Thursday we are having a BBQ which is an ideal way to a) get full on delicious meats b) mingle with fellow guests c) obliterate yourself with alcohol. If any of you guys are stuck for anything to do this week just pop down to reception and ask one of the staff of the goings on in the city and they’ll be able to direct you towards a bit of craic.
Thats me done, enjoy your weekend and chat soon.