TED 40?

I’ve been invited to something called the Electric Picnic. I was all set for a quiet little push up from Tipp to Limerick when someone called Joe turns up with a team of young fellas playing loud music. Should have realised something was not right as one was dressed as a gorilla and started giving bananas away to passing cars.

Anyway, they turned out to be a sound bunch and Joe invited me back me to his nightclub - feckin massive place called the Trinity Rooms. Now I’ve always fancied meself as one of these DJs  – like that Wogan chap. Turns out everyone liked me tunes and that’s why I’m going to this picnic next summer. The whole day’s up on that internet malarkey – check it out as they say.

Had a spot of breakfast with the Rose of Tralee – lovely girl – and it was off up the road towards Bunratty being pushed by a bunch of bankers from the Bank of Scotland Ireland. (No, I didn’t understand it either). Little Gerry Ryan called me to see how I was, or so he said. I think he’s afraid I’m after his job. Had a lovely night in the Folk museum who said I can go and live there whenever I want.

Then it was onto Ennis with another bunch of pushers from United Drug who got me there in time for the Rugby. Hey Paddy, what price the Triple Crown?

Yours M*

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