01 December 2007
Quote:
"Those girls...!"
Letterkenny
I took half a day off work to be able to catch the Ryanair flight from Stansted to Derry City in the evening. The club in Letterkenny run a shuttle service from Derry, but they didn't on that day as I finally found out after calling them for 3 weeks. It wasn't too much of a problem though as the taxi rates were fixed at 30 GBP and a friendly driver took me the 20 miles without me having to haggle.
I had never really
been in
Ireland (only Dublin) and it felt weird to be that far west in
the middle
of nowhere, and I had trouble understanding the accent.
Kristine and Kenneth were already at the hotel and we soon got
ready and
walked the 200 meters across the road to the club. They had a
huge drag
queen hand out free champagne, but I only had a small
sip.
The club was pretty bad badly designed in respect to the location of the DJ booth. It was mile-high and backlit, and the incessant smoke machines made it impossible to take any decent photos. We couldn't even see half of the time.
George arrived about 40 minutes before his gig and went to the VIP room to give interviews. He played a rather shambolic set but did loads of singing. He even delivered a full version of Atoms!
The crowd was scary, but I guess it was your average Irish Friday-night crowd: Very young, very very drunk (the lads), and rather large and boob-tubed (the ladettes). At least everybody was dancing enthusiastically, but Kenneth was quite frightened. Kristine pulled at least 3 times and had to have men surgically removed at the end of the night.
When George ended the gig, the crowd kept shouting "One More Tune" and he did another song, and then another. It was bizarre! Craig watched us from the balcony and looked like he knew that we knew that he knew what we were thinking...
Blackpool
The next morning we took the bus to Dublin airport for our Ryanair flight to Blackpool. The poor people on the bus were entertained by our chatter for 4.5 hours. It must have been so annoying!
In Blackpool we met up with Yulia at our Bed & Breakfast. It was very cold that night, and stormy. The Flamingo club also has a mile-high DJ booth, even higher than in Letterkenny. Whilst on the dance floor one cannot see the DJ, which is crap. So I didn't take any good photos that night either.
I got about 30 minutes sleep that night and woke up to find that my face was disintegrating. My skin was so dehydrated and felt like after a chemical peeling. It took me over a week of moisturising to it get back into some sort of human condition.
I've found that lack of sleep is a great way to simulate madness. It makes me paranoid, aggressive and irrational. Nothing new there! Haha.
with Kenneth in
Letterkenny
Kenneth and
Kristine in
Letterkenny
Long-suffering
in
Blackpool
Too cold for
stalking -
With Yulia in Blackpool
