Usually a call to spring for a society that does NOT have any holidays between Christmas and Easter. We really do need a long weekend in, say, mid February. And this year we have particularly earned it.
The parade yesterday is probably the oldest large scale tradition in the city and also the first feel good event of the year.
And do give a thought today about saving Irish Culture in Griffintown.
And it s as good a time as any to post the last and first lines of Finnegans Wake.
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riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.