My first ever godless ceremony as part of the Festival of Writing and Ideas in Borris House. It was held in the chapel in the grounds and was a fun experience. There was singing, storytelling, poetry and a general feel-good factor. The organisers want to set something up every week in Ireland and lots of people signed up. The idea is to have a community of people who meet together every week to celebrate life without the need for a god. I’m probably too lazy for that so I’ll show up at Christmas and Easter.

I can’t think of a witty caption for this photo but there’s one out there in the etherverse…

I’m not sure if it’s legal to fall in love with a village but Inistioge is easily the nicest place in Ireland that I’ve ever been.

Dawson Street has a new yummy coffee shop. This is its coffee. Also pictured is a Dublin City Council Bin and Rozz’s hand.

It does look like Hitler!

The veggie option at a recent event I went to. Usually it’s the fish.

Two crap puns from the UK Eurovision entry:

1. The UK weren’t holding out for a zero last night at the Eurovision.
2. Sadly, they were totally eclipsed by Denmark.

You might say Moya worked full time in the dealership selling Audis to people that didn’t think about money but she refused to do test drives as her heels were too high and Mr. Banbridge fancied her a bit so she knew she could get away with it. She’s part-time now, dresses in high street and paints red on the soles of her heels in the mornings and doesn’t do test drives until they dry.

I didn’t think it was possible to find somewhere that tasted worse than McDonalds.