Fireworks are going up over the city in a bit and I've gone full witch for it — the coat's only keeping the surprise till we're out the door. Come stand in the cold with me, lad?
Fireworks are going up over the city in a bit and I've gone full witch for it — the coat's only keeping the surprise till we're out the door. Come stand in the cold with me, lad?
Samhain's finally landed and the witch costume has taken over the flat — the dress is still on the hanger but the hat's not negotiable. Rate the look before the girls get here, lad?
Ghost story gathering tonight and they want us to bring our own — been lying here with the books out and the ideas getting well away from me. Some of them aren't even scary, lad. Want to hear one?
Púca kicks off in Trim tomorrow and I've the whole of Meath spread out on the floor already — Samhain fires, folklore and the púca himself, that's me kind of a night out. Coming with me into the fields, lad?
The Strokes are on tomorrow and me lucky gig jacket's gone and split at the seam — emergency repairs at this hour, sure what else would I be at. Come sit on the floor with me while I stitch it, lad?
Circles festival has dragged me out on a weeknight and I'm not fighting it — the techno's got me by the hips already. Come find me on the dancefloor before me feet give up, lad?
Bram Stoker Festival's taken over the city and I've gone full vampire for it — dark lips, darker intentions. Tell me straight, lad — would ye let me bite ye?
Dundrum On Ice opens Friday and I've been up with the tea and the laptop since the birds started — tickets are mine and the skates are happening whether me ankles like it or not. Come catch me when I go over on the ice, lad?
Me rucksack pockets came home stuffed with wildflowers from the hills and the pressing couldn't wait — flat's asleep and the lamp's all mine. Come sit on the floor beside me, lad?
Gone full pop girlie — Melanie C at the 3Olympia and Wannabe's been stuck in me head since the Luas. You're singing every word with me, aren't you, lad?