September 24th, 2006
His friends are dead sound.
September 18th, 2006
First of all, here we are at the Tassel Club. Aww would ya look.
Nicola and Lynne cleverly remembered sunglasses for the early morning flight.
Eh, Denise and I didn’t.
It didn’t stop us from lashing into the cocktails at lunchtime though.
Oh God love me I look wrecked.
Nicola is VERY camera shy. VERY. She’s known for it.
Lynne showing off the view.
Aww the hotel sent us a wee cake for Nicola. It was my birthday in July, you know.
This is the room for Denise’s benefit.
I have other random hotel pictures if you want them Miss Leahy.
After the cocktails we threw the dressing gowns on for a nap. Like pensioners.
But I painted my toes first in a very coy manner.
“You don’t mind a double bed, do you girls?”
Lynne in her natural habitat.
Nicola and Denise in theirs.
Fast forward (Many apologies, but I don’t have pictures of us sleeping) and here’s the restaurant/art gallery. Yum.
The Wapping Project
We had been recommended a club called Copyright, but when we got there,
the staff kindly advised us that it “wasn’t for us”.
So this scene never actually happened, sadly.
So we went elsewhere. The lads had never seen a naked Irish lady out on the town before.
Either had I, actually. Conkey (not sure how that’s spelt, sorry Mr!) had, though.
And Nicola and Lynne LOVED it!
Lynne and Conkey shared their experiences.
And then we had awful trouble getting taxis, and had more drink, and went to sleep, and woke up to this breakfast.
Well it was lovely.
Nicola had to recompose herself after it.
And then we went shopping, and met Lorna, but the camera was off duty then.
And then we got a train back to the airport, where Lynne swaddled herself in labels.
I’m still tired after it.
September 14th, 2006
September 11th, 2006
It’s taking a bit of getting used to but I love my new hairstyle.
And I think it’ll be lovely and warm for the winter.
I should’ve kept a bit of red in it though.
September 4th, 2006
Well off we went in the Rachelmobile and got to Stradbally in jig-time.
Mairead had already staked her claim on the land and was off to hunt out new territories.
But she had forgotten an aversion she had. “I don’t like the ground”, she said.
There were very passionate Offaly fans next door with long, long memories.
John, friend of Charlie, decided to create a “Jap’s Eye” to keep unwanted visitors at bay.
Mairead was unimpressed with Rachel’s choice of gigs.
Ah but it’s a lovely setting.
Orlagh said something terrible, unrepeatable to Tom. He was MAD.
Even the guy behind him was unimpressed.
Ahhhh this was PJ Harvey slogging away all on her own. She makes amazing noises for such a tiny little woman.
On Saturday Rachel brought a load of boys to the toilet.
Mal decided to wear our tent.
Ah would ya look at me clutching my bag like a little old lady? All I need is a cup of tea.
Orlagh was sharing a tent with Morrissey who insisted on painting his lyrics on the side.
Saturday morning brought grey skies, but we found hope on the horizon.
We were so happy that Miriam had to take this picture.
The injuns were out and looking for Orlagh, to practise their scalping.
But she was hiding with me, having a great laugh. Hahahhahaha, we said.
Mal met a really boring group of girls. Snooze.
A papier mache menagerie.
Awww bad picture of the DO’D but I had to include it. Aww.
The Bollywood Bar was a hit with us. We like a bit of satin now and then.
GET THE GUARDS! GET THE GUARDS! And so on. Jinx tore up the Leviathan tent. His fans were mad as hatters. Unfortunately we had to leave for our own sanity.
Ooh this crowd, Babyhead, were brilliant.
It was all top hats and tails in Lost Vagueness.
The TA were on standby, just in case.
They were fierce.
Look at the queue for bagels. Guess who queued in that.
My wellies, they did me proud. Thanks MC. Hammertime.
Ah sure how could sitting out in the sun under massive trees not do you good?
There were fine skies.
And odd characters.
Basement Jaxx were great, great fun. We shook off the cobwebs through the medium of dance.
Then we went all floaty and goddamn hippie-ish.
Everywhere was so well decorated.
And we rounded it off with a lovely singsong ’round the campfire.