Come on, locals – don’t be shy
THAT inspired idea to plonk a psychedelic piano on the southbound platform of Dublin’s Pearse Station has given weary Dart commuters a reason to practice something that is all too rare: smiling.
One think has struck me though. Of all the ivory ticklers I’ve heard in the past several weeks, most seem to be tourists or (sorry, really hate this term) non-nationals. Is it because we’re shy, or do visitors really have all the best tunes?