Saturday: no this is not the name of a Saw Doctors' song. Had breakfast with Karin and Rick fellow ITFs down from Melbourne. Went to Eleanor Mc Evoy, a Gospel singing workshop, The Craic, Saoirse, Dougie Mc Clean, Brian Kennedy and The Saw Doctors. Had a burger from our school's stand.
At the Saw Doctors I got talking to a group of Irish vets (the animal kind) who had included me in their dance routines. They were from Armagh, Laois, Cork (Angela Lynch had been her principal in primary school) and Meath. Niamh was from Ashbourne and I asked her if she knew my son Fiachra who had also gone to school there. She didn't until I said that he was nicknamed 'Felix' and then she got all excited and ran to get her boyfriend Joe. Joe turns out to be a brother of Lawrence, one of Fiachra's best friends. Is it a small world or what? We have met in a small town, the furthest from home anyone of us has ever been, next stop Tasmania and then The Antarctic. We all went backstage and met the lads. Leo and Eimhin then came to the Stump pub with us. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. All sound decent folk. I left for home at two o' clock and they were all still going strong.
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