Well kiddies, Boris arrived back safe and sound on Friday so that means that Irish Tour '08 has officially reached its conclusion.
The last day in Wexford was wonderful (as were all the others throughout the tour). It being Opera Festival, we went to the opera on Tuesday afternoon. We saw The Old Maid and the Thief, a work with which I was not familiar. It's basically a story of an old spinster (Miss Todd) and her maid (Laetitia) who take in a traveller because they could do with a little male company. His name is terribly exotic- Bob. Miss Todd's friend, Miss Pinkerton, drops in to warn them that there is an escaped crim on the lose. Miss Todd and Laetitia thinking that Bob's the crook, harbour him. It's pretty funny with a not very complicated story and the opening duet between Miss Todd and Miss Pinkering was so beautiful. I'm a sucker for good female voices and I was nearly a mess.Opera in the afternoon is sooooooooooooo decadent!
Jane took me to meet her friends Pam and John because they had tickets to a Friends of the Opera party that they couldn't use. Their apartment is on the causeway of what was once a bridge across the river. They're opposite the town and have water on three sides. Stunning view. They had spent some time in Sydney a little while back. I asked where. "Somewhere out in the suburbs", said John. It turned out to be Stanmore, a few hundred metres from where I reside. By the way, Stanmore is only five or six kilometres from the CBD. It is so not in the suburbs!
After a feed (Jane and I cooked risotto for dinner), we had a couple of pints with Neil, checked out another Singing in the Pubs event and then went to the opera party at the Talbot Hotel. It was pretty hard to take: sipping Taittinger, nibbling on canapes and chatting to Simone Osborne who played Laetitia earlier in the day. It was all very wonderful until about ten to one when Jane reminded me that I was catching the 1:30 AM bus to Dublin airport.
Back to her place, grab my bag and the dog escort and after a hug and kiss I was on the bus and so ends a wonderful four days. As Jane said in an email a few days later, it was a bit Cinderella-ish.
I said good-bye to my bag in Dublin and flew back via Frankfurt and Singapore. The trip home was pretty uneventful because I flew with Singapore Airlines; and that leads into the Lessons Learnt section.
While I was sitting on the plan and reflecting about the arseholes at Etihad (Did I tell you that they charged $560 for Boris? Did I tell you about the steward who got aggressively in my face when I was leaving the flight in Abu Dhabi? Did I tell you that I couldn't alter my flight because they were "overbooked"? Never again!), I felt like such a goose because until then I had almost always flown OS with Singapore. Why fuck with a formula that works? They have the best cabin service and the best food. Dickhead!
Lesson number two is buy a bicycle when I get there because it would appear that airlines are now weighing bicycles.
Lesson number three is to add Gortex gloves and overshoes to the equipment list.
Lesson number four is to only have tyres with Presta valves.
So there you have it. I've been back for a week and a half and I'm getting itchy feet already.
Thanks to
- Emma and Dara for putting me up in Cork and showing me a wonderful time.
- Brendan for putting me up in Crosshaven and being a thorough gent.
- Rosemary, Frank, Kim and Bruno for just being Rosemary, Frank, Kim and Bruno.
- Jane for putting me up in Wexford and showing me a wonderful time.
- The publicans, curates and drinkers in the pubs, especially Mr O'Donnell of the Hi-B.
- James Joyce for being a genius.
- Wonder dogs Opel, Toaster and Jealous.
- All the people who showed me around, gave me lifts, bought me a drink or were just nice and friendly and grouse to chat with.
- And Michael in Quilty. If I ever get to be 87, I want to be just like him.
Take note Australian arts administrators - Ireland punches above its weight when it comes to art. Lift your game!