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So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

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So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this massive poster for a local gig at the Athy Heritage Centre. I mean, c’mon, who doesn’t love a good local band? I’m all about supporting the scene. But then, I notice the date is wrong! Like, seriously? How do you mess that up? I was fuming! I mean, I’m here to promote, not fix other people’s messes.

Greenfields Festival returns to Athy