Festivalfit A smor­gas­bord of shell­fish was on dis­play at Dublin Bay Prawn fes­ti­val, but Mark Gra­ham just wanted an old ra­dio

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In Co Kerry they hoist a crowned goat above Kil­lor­glin, and for three days he be­comes king o’ the town, do­ing as good a job as any Healy-Rae. In the leafy sub­urbs of north Dublin they have a sim­i­lar tra­di­tion. Here the prawn is held aloft and Howth en­joys a pe­riod of lan­gous­tine li­on­i­sa­tion. The Dublin Bay prawn is a crus­tacean with class, an arthro­pod that’s more svelte lob­ster than shrimp. You’ll never find this fella in a scruffy auld prawn-pot; he’s more par­tial to a well-heeled creel, some­thing be­fit­ting his post­code.

The first year I at­tended Dublin Bay Prawn Fes­ti­val I over­heard a lo­cal make a star­tled ex­cla­ma­tion to one of the shell­fish slingers: “This is ac­tu­ally work­ing, isn’t it?” It’s still work­ing. Thou­sands of people pass through the large pierside mar­quee, graz­ing on scrump­tious seafood as they go. I’d fasted be­fore hit­ting Howth, in or­der to guilt­lessly fill my boots with tasty quay­side morsels. Prawn curry, prawn chow­der, prawn pan­cakes, prawn tacos, prawn paella, prawn balls (who knew?), prawn pasta, prawn salad and just plain old prawns were

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