There was so much to see and do at this festival there was never a dull moment. It was easy to get sidetracked, like when we walked past the dancing skeletons and the brass band playing Tequila, or the fantastic water stomping show with butterfly acrobactics. Zoe wanted to check out the live cooking demo so we wandered over to where Rachael Allen (Ireland's answer to Nigella Lawson) whizzed up a Gazpacho, which I obsessed about (it seemed like a miracle hangover cure) until they brought out some cocktails (also, a miracle hangover cure). So, Rachael Allen got me drunk. She teased me with Gazpacho then she got me drunk. I love that woman. She's better than Nigella.
Aaaah, I'm starting to forget now, everything that happened, but something I'll probably never forget is when a very drunk (quite ignorant) fella came over to me as I sat on the grass and asked me if I had any herion!
Says I to he: What kind of question is that to ask a complete stranger?
Says he to me: I don't know I just thought maybe you might have some heroin.
Says I to he: Do I look like the sorta person who would have heroin?
Says he to me: Yes, you look malnourished and a little bit yellow!
If Rachael had given me that Gazpacho I'm sure I would have looked less yellow and slightly more nourished. I'm sure of it!
1 comment:
Herion chic - maybe thats the look the guy thought you had! Good god - I don't think you look like an opium fiend my love. I'd stll love you even if you did.
This weekend I am dog sitting for some friends who are i Dublin for a wedding. I am temporarily living in a blue country cottage and it truly is bliss to have some peace & quiet. My mobile battery died so even though it feels a bit like that straw dogs movie I am relishing in the delight of being non-contactable.
Lots of love from Scotland - not long until Halloween!
xx
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