Dublin looking nice for about 15 minutes when I arrived until it started chucking it down with gusto. Now I’m reading George Orwell in a cafe like an unbelievably pretentious student. ‘Bookshop Memories’ is an awfully similar experience to my own in a supermarket; he has customers down to a tee.
Sitting on my first solo mission to Dublin, en route to see a hastily booked performance of Tom Murphy’s play, The House. I’m not even focusing on this play for my MA thesis but I don’t think I can pass up the opportunity to see it considering how lucky it is that so much of his work is being performed in Ireland this summer. I’m going to do a mini review after I see the play tonight, largely to do with the fact I’ve got nothing better to do when I’m on my own.
On a side note, the girl to my left is underlining parts of her copy of 50 Shades of Grey with pencil, I wonder why?