At a time of great wailing and gnashing of teeth, not to mention finger-pointing and blame mongering, I just want to say that I'm having a great time. Dublin in the Autumn is bleeding deadly. I did a quick tally of stuff I've caught in the last month (during which I was away for 10 days), and this is what I came up with:
Dirty Projectors in Whelans
Edvard Munch exhibition in the National Gallery
Paki Smith exhibition in the Douglas Hyde Gallery
Pixies in the Olympia
The Crumb Trail in Project Arts Centre
Gas in the Ark
The Blue Dragon in the Belvedere Theatre
Radio Muezzin in the Sam Beckett Theatre
Project Brand New, in Project
A Woman in Progress, in Project
Smyth/ Marshall/ Sanders in the National Concert Hall
I admit I'm a bit lighter of pocket: not many of these things were free. And there was a theatre festival on, so it's a natural time to be a little more culturally proactive. But there were easily as many things on that I wanted to see and didn't get to. Most of these outings led on to parties or carousing with random collections of people I don't often see (everybody has babies now).
I've dug out my winter coat, located the fog lights on my car (I started driving in the Spring, and hadn't needed them until now). The streets smell of impending bonfires, hoarded pallets and tyres, chipper chips in brown paper. Summer's long gone. But I'm coping admirably, and I'm coping because right now, Dublin is just so much fun.
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