Eels’ performance in Iveagh Gardens on Friday was outstanding. They played a lot from the new album, but also managed to fit in something from what seemed every other album, including many older ones I’d not heard live in a long time. Climbing up to the moon, for example, was gorgeous. Souljacker and Dog face boy, on the other hand, were as loud as they should be. I’m hoping for an extension to the tour, with something more local. They’ve done that a few times in the past, so you never know.
We met some nice people too. Rob, who liked my whistling, was pretty cool. Extremely polite too. Then there was the security guard who’d rather have a conversation than tell me to leave.
A really lovely gig.
Me and my second in command by the Liffey.
Last night, in Dublin, we saw Eels.
Some random pictures from yesterday/today in Dublin.
While in Stamford yesterday, we bought flowers for the garden.
I’ve not had a lot of luck with flowers in our garden; perhaps these plants will survive.
I’ve previously mentioned my fondness for Samuel (not John) Smith’s beer.
I took this picture outside Saint Mary’s Vaults, yesterday.
Which is a lovely old pub.
In a lovely old town.
Anyway, it’s nice to see a Sam Smith’s bar being marketed as vegan/organic.
It’s very warm in Kings Cliffe.
Looks warm at home too.
Technology is amazing.
The national cycle path network is a wonderful thing. Last weekend saw us largely on route 14, while today it’s 1.
The new tent we bought a few weeks is on its first outing.
Andrew is a hero. In South Shields. In McDonalds, where I went to pee. On entering I found security guard protected toilets; also, a young girl warned me to take care because strange things were happening in the Gents.
I barely hesitated, because my need was great. On entering, I found the boyfriend of the girl outsite, unbuttoning a man’s jeans.
I should say that he’d been asked to do so by the wearer of said jeans. Unfortunately, the jeans gentleman also wore jogging bottoms under his outer layer. Apparently, he’d anticipated below zero temperatures.
Worse still, his underlayer involved a tie-cord. Which was firmly fastened in a knot.
Andrew (the boyfriend of the girl outside) asked me for assistance because he bites his nails and struggles with knots. I also bite my nails and find knots an impossibility. I was mid stream at the time too, so helping would have been a challenge.
On leaving the Gents, I located my second in command. Andrew, who followed soon after, confirmed that the knot was undone.
All ended well. Although I suspect the multiple layered man might not have fastened himself back up sufficiently (he seemed to be wearing weed-scented aftershave).
Should I ever bump into Andrew again, I shall buy him beer.