Was at Joe’s birthday on Saturday night in a large pub back up in Rathfarnham. Talk about American-style, bling obsessed surroundings. Was it my imagination or did the display case outside the bathrooms contain bottles of Brut and Cristal champagne? And did the car park have a bunch of characters cruising around playing booming music like they had been parachuted in from the OC?
Discussed politics (in Ireland, America and France) with Kathryn and Mark, in the smoking area, which seemed to be lined with a kind of heavy cling film.
Wandered home later, to my parents’ house, and as I walked I saw ahead of me the bobbing tail of a fox, sniffing around for food in the green spaces around Marian Road.