The Pinefox is coming to Dublin

SURELY NOT THE PALACE ON CAMDEN STREET?

I'm presuming it's the Irish Times Journo hang out Palace Bar as mentioned in many of those "witty" former editors biogs?

The other Palace is the worst "nightclub" in the world and the scene of many heartbreaks, shit nights out, aggressive vodka induced mockeries and one or two miraculously good nights out. Dear oh dear. The only song they ever played that wouldn't make me cry was Billie Jean-"WOO".

"All watched awhile through their window caps and hats lifted by passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother road past Watery lane. Mr. Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a wide hat."

not in mourning. but will he wear a wide hat?

i got into a conversation with some dubliners outside the monarch in camden and apparently it's considered a plus on your resume if you work for a while in london. i found this very sad.

Bloomsday is sad because... it just is, it's one of those soak money of tourists days that bedevil this city.

Is the Camden Street Palace the one rugger bugger students keep kicking each other to death outside?

Yes that's the one. It's rugby boy central, collars up everywhere. Not a place to go. But people who've come to Dublin from the country seem to find it hugely impressive.

ME!

RENER!

The Pinefox!

and one subber from Sinister.

DUBLIN - The friendly city.

Ronan - those editors' biogz sound good!

ALL the real pros are going to be in Trieste of course. Perhaps that's why Dublin is so reticent.

Be there - or be square.

A: The Wandering Rockers

Report Back! I spent all even refreshing the page for minute-by- minute updates, and I bet I'm not the only one.

saturday 10.?? p.m. - the pinefox arrives chez DV/rener, and there is much rejoicing.

sunday a.m. - not only is it bloomsday, it's also ireland vs. spain! the pinefox is out on the streets early, attacking anyone wearing a striped blazer and/or straw boater and/or pretending to read Ulysses. er, possibly.

sunday afternoon - we watch the match in nealon's of capel street (a far more moral pub than davy byrne's; it even has its own elderly red setter). excellent pints of plain, poured by leprechaun-suit-wearing bar staff, are imbibed. pennos are missed.

sunday p.m. - we get confused and go to the palace in camden street by accident, where we are all killed by crazed knackers. meanwhile, back on Earth One, we drink pints in the palace bar in fleet street with andrew farrell, sinister seamus and the ghost of flann o'brien. ILXers are discussed, pitilessly and at length.

conclusion: drinking almost constantly for 10 hours RoXoR.

monday - back to work, bleh. you'll have to ask the pinefox about how he got on today.

Saturday: silver cowboy hats on the hen parties streaming out of Temple Bar, wondering what the Ha'penny Bridge was called.

Sunday: the pf tried to get to Sandycover, but no DART till 9:30: so George Street: JJ Centre: Guinness to wash down the kidneys. In the street. Actors in yellow dressing gowns, that class of thing.

I tagged along with a tour that led us a merry trail around the city. Led by a bunch of bluffers: outside the Ormond we are told that 'At 5 o'clock, Cyclops arrived at the Ormond'. Later we hear that James Joyce's father was called - I kid you not - John Kennedy.

The city orange white and green. I'm not sure I've ever seen such an insistent carnival of national colours, in so many forms. If they win the match, the rejoicing would be almost unimaginable.

They don't, but arguably deserved to. (Perhaps another thread has discussed this?) Dublin takes it remarkably well: perhaps it's the heavy rain that does it. The Balloonatics waive the charge for their Ormond readings.

In the narrow Palace, I wonder how all those literary characters could fit.

Monday: Sandycove. The perennial sun merries off the water, like the way the sun always used to seem to shine on Cup Final day. The Milesian flag flies. The curator tells me where I can maybe see Brazil - Belgium. It turns out to be a pub festooned with Joyceana, and the usual codger telling me who JJ was. Belgium, too, are unlucky.

RTE coverage features Liam Brady but NOT Eamon Dunphy. It also features an extraordinary parody of ITV's panel: a male Gabby talking to a remarkably accurate Terry and Andy. Hahahahahaha, guffaws Terry: Hahahahahahaha.

this morning he left before we were up so quietly that we thought he was still there. Who knows where he is now?

I think.

He liked the Korean team a lot.

Hello, Carsmile, it is nice to hear from you, far away, like this.

it's at time like this i wish i had read some joyce and could thus make a witty reference...

i might be going to dublin over the summer at some point, although there are no firm plans yet. i shall be informing the dublin people if it happens, obviously.

We were thinking of pints next week some time, when The Vicar gets back from his secret mission overseas.

Keep us posted about next week then!

it was nice to finally meet the pinefox last night!

I will watch out for bright orange scarf.

I'm not sure I can remember what KV looks like... I think I might have had a little drink when I met him last.

I think I will visit dublin, once!!!!!!!

DV I'm hurt but suffering from the same problem so feel free to pout away as well...

I hope that the dinner ending up in the pinefox & not the poubelle.

I hope he is not off feeling the voibe somewhere, or has forgotten where we live, or some such.

Just make sure you've got something for him to eat, or you'll be in trouble, sonny.

I forgot to actually tell him I was cooking, assuming that our psychic bond would inform him.

Perhaps it is in the post.

You can't beat a bit of Beckett, I always say.

I am going to be feeling the suit love tonight.

Gingermanfox, hope you get/got back safely.

So hungover at desk, ended up in Cafe En Seine. Tried to get in to Cocoon (the friends I was meeting had moved) and was told I couldn't get in because I was wearing runners, not trainers! Doorman was unable to explain the difference but it appears that it's VERY important!

Trish the repeat late houseguest turned up again last night. I think I need to move!

I would like to join in the sorrow at missing Lara, and the joy at meeting Killian and Kevin. It was a most pleasant evening.

La Cave, on the other hand, smelled like toilets and was too hot. I was sorry I moved.

Kick em in the goolies? I'd be a bit scared as he is bigger than me and if he should fall would crush me like a bug.

You should've scarpered after starters: stomach lined and thirst all on the go. Class.

Neddy was a bit disappointed by Lara's absence, though.

Please could some nice knowledgeable Irish person explain the significance of the fine in finefox for Youn's (& my) benefit.

Thanks.

The talk in Kehoe's was very good, but the pitchers in the Ginger Man were great also. Strange to be drinking lager not stout for once. But it was very good lager.

It was strange and amusing to report on that bad book W.B. YEATS: VAIN, GLORIOUS, LOUT. Rener was quite offended by the thought of the commas. It is by A.J. Jordan I think, if anyone wants to see how awful the cover is.

My own sense was that the smoking ban had done no harm at all, and probably invisible good.

Thanks to Monkeyhouse Estates and Vicarage Productions for making my trip possible. Kilian's knowledge of ROCK is awesome - he seems to have heard just about everything.

sem like killian hasn't heard EVERYTHING: i have to write 100-150 word blurbs on albums i haven't heard : but more than I, I bet

The Pinefox is coming to Dublin AGAIN. Probably on Friday. He is interested in FAP, but not sure when.

Well, I'll be sure to try and fit in around that. I have long theatre plays to go to this weekend.

Hey, isn't Emsk coming this weekend too?

i'm up for fap

FAP Dublin Emsk's plans. No further word recently. Last we heard it was this thursday.

Sadly I cannot FAP on Friday.

Hi k*ll*an!