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.