Mother of one Still the mother of one in case anyone is wondering why I haven’t been posting. Too bloody busy! Well that’s not strictly true but just organising a few things while I still have time. I had a delightful afternoon yesterday looking at toilets. Saturday was spent looking at tiles. Ah gone are the days when Saturday was spent on the tiles…
Speaking of which we went to see Ardal O’Hanlon in Vicar St. on Saturday evening. Himself’s sister won tickets but couldn’t make it from Wexford. Well not wishing that anyone could say gift horse in the mouth I have to say neither of us were terribly impressed. The place was packed out and there were people there who were practically wetting themselves. Mind you neither of us were drinking, real sad sacks, not even a mineral. I’m not for obvious reasons and Himself has taken a vow of sobriety in the run-up to the big day.
I will be the first to admit that at 38+ weeks pregnant I am likely to be a little more irritable than most but I was so irritated by the clothes both Ardal and his support guy were wearing. They were pure awful. The support guy, Jarlath O’Regan, was wearing awful shoes, unflattering jeans, an unironed ans shapeless white shirt, a sthringy black tie (a tie! with jeans! aaaarrrggghhh) and the world’s worst acrylic grey cardigan. It was pure awful. Ardal was in his trademark shoulders up to his ears jacket which is fine I suppose. But his trousers – oh god! They were about 6 inches too long for him. How much does it cost to get a pair of trousers turned up? A tenner. They were awful, awful. And then when he nearly died (in the stand-up sense) on stage all I could think was God those trousers are awful why did nobody tell him. As he mentioned more than once he has a wife and he’d have you believe she’s an awful aul harridan, obviously she thought it would be just revenge to let him go out like that. But the first guy was worse definitely. He wasn’t even trying which is a little insulting even when you don’t pay for the tickets.