Ireland Women are taking on the Yanks at Tallaght and I can't be bothered with anything that isn't this jersey — Sunday match-day energy has me properly wound up. Tell me, honey — are you coming to the game or staying here to watch me get dressed?
Ireland Women are taking on the Yanks at Tallaght and I can't be bothered with anything that isn't this jersey — Sunday match-day energy has me properly wound up. Tell me, honey — are you coming to the game or staying here to watch me get dressed?
Button Factory tonight and Holy F**k are about to shake the walls out of that place — I'm dressed and dangerous with a glass of champagne going down far too fast. Tell me, sweetie — would you meet me at the front or drag me straight home?
Culture Night throws every door in Dublin open at five and I'm still zipping myself into trouble — this dress was made for wandering through strangers' houses after dark. Which room would you catch me in first, sweetie?
Can't sleep and the only thing keeping me company is a book that's got me flushed in all the wrong places — the sheet's given up on me and I'm only on chapter four. Tell me, honey — would you let me keep reading or would you be the distraction?
Westlife spent two hours singing every love song I've ever made bad decisions to and now I'm in the back of a taxi with my hand somewhere it shouldn't be. Tell me, honey — would you tell the driver to keep going or pull over?
Vicar Street's got Kurt Vile tonight and the man plays guitar like he's whispering secrets only your body can hear. Nursing a pint in The Thomas House before doors open because I want every note sharp in my head. Tell me, honey — do you like your music loud enough to feel it in your ribs?
Hot shower's got me melted into the tiles and this robe's given up pretending to stay closed — champagne's the only thing holding me together right now. Tell me, honey — would you let me finish this glass or come take it from me?
The spa got into every muscle and now the flat's too quiet to leave me alone with myself. Jesus, the things stillness does to me. Tell me, honey — would you let me finish or take over?
The Liffey's still glittering with whatever that festival left behind and I can't pull myself away from the quay — something about tall ships and jet-packs and a whole river party does things to me that a quiet night never could. Tell me, honey — would you fish me out of this water or let me drown in it?
Dublin Comedy Festival starts tomorrow and I've already marked every show that could get me into trouble — some blokes are funnier with a few drinks in them and I plan to find out which ones. Tell me, honey — would you make me laugh first or skip straight to the good part?