The Granary

As I consider getting out of bed for, oh a good three hours… I ponder Paddy’s Day. Is it one of those holidays that lets you down as badly as a much-​anticipated New Year’s Eve?
However, I have come to the conclusion that, unlike New Year’s Eve, which is all about planning months in advance, dressing up in something you’re probably not comfortable in, paying astronomical entrance fees, and the pressure of having to have someone to kiss at midnight, Paddy’s Day is more casual and spontaneous.
Yes, the pubs are crammed, but if the day is fine, people spill out onto the streets and drink cans in parks (hiding them from the cops at regular intervals). Parades, concerts and fireworks wake up the normally sleepy towns of Ireland. The mood is merry, people play trad music and dance, girls wear flats and the tricolour flashes itself at every chance.
So, donning a green scarf and earrings to mark the occasion, I set off down Newbridge town to drink some cider, soak up the good ol’ Irish craic and not care if I’ve someone to kiss at midnight…
Rubber & friends play guitar and bodhrán and sing their hearts out in The Granary as young girls «Irish-​dance» in front of the band, looks of serious concentration on their faces, a seven-​and-​a-​half-​year-​old stopping occasionally to pull up her boob-​tube. Only in Ireland…