As I wandered, not as lonely as a cloud, home on Tues I noticed that the river was a funny colour. A dull red-brown shade. Do you know the way, after you’ve been out lamping and then carried home the dead rabbits, and the blood stains your jeans, but because you are away on holiday you don’t get them washed for an age and so the stains don’t really come out but leave behind a red-brown colour? No, I’ve never been lamping neither, but the brother has, and I’ll steal anyone’s experiences so I will.
Anyways, that was the colour of the Liffey. And quite a few people were looking a bit puzzled as they made their way over the bridge. Not the cyclists though, they were far too busy being bastard cyclists and zipping between people as they made their way, illegally over the bridge, far too busy to notice anything.
The following day I discovered the reason. See the fringe festival is on. And as publicity stunt they had dyed the river a lovely shade of bright, vibrant pink…
Yeah, it didn’t really work. This river don’t take kindly to silly stunts and PR shite So instead of Hot Pink we got “a whale was slaughtered here but the blood mixed with all this mud” shade of brown-red.
Pleasant, don’t you think?
I’ve also been tagged by the Bee, who wants me
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if theyâ€™re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now.
- Hurt – Johnny Cash
TÃ¡ an idirghrÃ©asÃ¡n go hiontach ar fad, but shush, don’t tell anyone where I borrowed this song from. Cause it isn’t like I’m stealing the music from the artist on account of him not being around any more.
- Chicago – Sufjan Stevens
- Fallen – Evanescence
- Whither Must I Wander – Martha Wainwright
- Rocky Took A Lover – BellX1
- You Cut Her Hair – Tom McRae
- Glamour Girl – Chicks On Speed