nunoncastors

It feels as though I spend a lot of time in Dublin for one reason or another. I suppose that’s because I do. Cumulatively I’ve spent the best part of a month in the Irish capital this year, that’s more time than I’ve spent having sex in my entire life. Actually, I’m not too sure about that. I’ll have to check the figures. I’m probably right but I really hope I’m not.

The point is that I really like Dublin. Obviously I can’t go back for a while, it’ll make a potentially upsetting statistic even worse, but other than that it’s great. I was over there at the end of September for a friend’s birthday (hello Lindsay) and took a few snapshots of our antics. I thought I’d share. They’re not particularly interesting unless you either know me, my friends or you were there with us. But I figure, what the hell, live dangerously.

Here’s a few just to tease you, the rest are over in the galleries. They’re not what they could be, the galleries, but I’m working on them along with everything else. It’s a hard life.

By the way, you see the picture of the little person that isn’t a leprechaun? That was taken at the Irish Museum of Modern Art. Go there if you get the opportunity. There are (or were) some giant cacti made from silver foil that are very impressive to look at and surprisingly light. So light in fact that I bet that if you were to say, lean on one, it would fall over and attract the attention of museum security. They’d doubtless ask you to leave or some mad shite like that. Though that’s just idle conjecture you understand. It never actually happened.

No sir.

Definitely not.

Not to Lindsay.