A right Kerry-on for Ms Katona
I’m sure there were nocturnal things aplenty ahappenin’ outside The Pale last weekend, but I’m damned if your diarist can think of one. Forgive me, rural Ireland, I’ll make it up to you next week.
Kerry Katona and husband George Kay were chief among the bon vivants in Lillie’s Bordello over the weekend. Others seen enjoying themselves (no tax on that yet but Michael Noonan might include it in the next Budget) in Grafton Street’s foremost emporium were Liam Cunningham, direct from his tete-atete with Tubs about the refugee crisis in Syria on the Late Late Show, and Red Rock’s David Crowley, and comedian Al Porter.
Speaking of artistic types, The Celtic Tenors are just back from some sold-out shows in Europe. I bumped into the Tenors’ Matthew Gilsenan on Grafton Street the other night. We had a quick pint (no tax against that as yet, though Noonan, etc).
Mild-mannered Matthew told me that in the Celtic Tenors, “James Nelson would perhaps be seen by many as the ‘sensible’ one, almost too sensible, some might say boring! A couple of years ago, we were performing at the Minnesota Irish Fair, and it coincided with the last night of a longish tour, so we all had planned to let our hair down a bit on the last night. James’s choice of beverage was white wine, which was conveniently on tap. Inconveniently, there were only pint glasses. At last count, James was on his 4th pint of wine, as we drove back to our tour manager Matt’s house for a barbecue. We had never met Matt’s college professor parents, and were excited to meet them for the first time. As James lay in a flower bed in a pool of his own vomit, with ants crawling on his face, he heard “Well, lovely to meet you both at last, oh and that’s James!”, as they pointed to the body in the flower bed.”
These arty revellers don’t know when to stop revelling, do they?