Dublin
Date:
27th January 2007
Report: JP Delaney
as i sit i am surrounded by happiness. the weekend, like a cute little puppy, has finally come bounding up to me lookinghg to be petted. and indeed i am happy to stroke its little neck, after the horrible week ive endured. there is a full moon so everyone shall be that little bit more expressive, and i have a can of bud and 19 smokes within arms reach, and one smoking away in the ashtray. tomorrow i shall be in the presence of my earthly parents, and contantly i stand in the presence of some unknown creator. cool. and the 70ties show is on.
but i digress, the real agenda here is to document last weekends happenings.
ill get down to it as i feel a tangent forming in my mind.
i awoke on saturday, done some brief tidying and found great delight almost
immmediately. i opened the back door and found the sweets sounds of nature
and the sun shyly smiling behind the clouds. then i opened the front door
and found the trinity of pecker, dave and brian, who like a vibrant rainbow
of energy which had traveled halfway across the country to deliver a golden
pot of freindship to me. in the ancient irish ceremony of welcoming i made
the time honoured cups of tea, we had a tiny jam session and then soon on
our way to dublin.
i felt like donald sutherland in Kellys Heroes as we drove triumphantly thru
the streets to the aural strains of the william tell overture. what a bombastic
tune to frighten the lives out of mere mortals in the streets whose moral
fabric have not been strenghtened by a close link to the universe, and captain
planet, who along with jesus is the pysical incarnation of universal lifeflow.
so as our noble hearts embiggened the smallest of us, we arrived in dublin
at some unkown time. my instincts to see the monument in the phoenix park
were poo-pooed, 'we have a schedule to keep' quoted the grand daddy driving.
and yes i had to admit that indeed he spoke words of truth and far reaching
wisdom.
in the zoo itself, we were thoroughly confronted with disappointment. where
were the ball scratching monkeys, the hungry looking hippos, the terrifying
tigers stalking helpless antelope? where were the feasts we were promised?
the highlights were 2 penguins who looked up at us with love in their eyes,
and danced like hippity hoppity homos and seemed to say, 'we would give your
money back, but for we hold no worldly possessions.' and we left the loving
penguins, and came upon another beast, broken upon the zoos uncaring back.
we found a large monkey who seemed like he had the heart of a green party
candidate, full of fire and passion but ultimately knowing that it is a lost
cause, and that no-one really gave a crap what he had to say. after that,
nothing much from the assortment of animals. we picked our stones from the
garden of some weird looking bird, our ball bags suffered imensely in the
effort, but all was well.
from there the syphonic delight of william tell declared we were now going to glendalough. all i remember from this part is pj harvey.