Welcome...

Ah high hopes and good intentions! All qualities I possess in abundance, but in reality...

See I can't even finish that sentence without sort of losing my way halfway through (see what I did there was...). Anyway, welcome to the sordid details of my wanderings. Not that sordid, I fear, trad circle is so small that any delicious insults aimed at my fellow musicians would only get back. And really, if I'm going to go to the trouble, I'd much rather do it face to face. The reaction would be just too good to miss.

Anyway. I probably won't write here very much, but here's hoping. To get you interested, here are some recent exploits. Missed Inis Oir Bodhran festival due to real life work commitments (real life work is not impressing me in the slightest, by the way. I can't believe I have to actually exert myself and commit time in order to earn money. Some people have no sense of humour), by all accounts it was amazing, and I was jealous, so so jealous. So I'm counting on Miltown to be AMAZING (and I mean AMAZING in bold and italic and capitals, just so you realise what I'm expecting). Heading down on Saturday and hoping to stay for a long time. Mothers lock up your sons, publicans lock up your cellars and all that jazz. I mean for the whole experience to be fantastic. If it's not...well I'm just going to have to write about it here, thus ruining the reputation of Miltown and crushing the value of this festival. My omnipotence should ensure that....

If you ever hear from me again. Now that would be AMAZING.