Dubin and the supermassive Muse

There's always been something wonderful about Dublin for me, like going home. I suppose that's because in some ways it is. So a recent visit back was just what I needed to raise a smile. We stayed at Dylans, a lovely hotel no doubt but filled with staff who look like they should be on the cover of Vogue at the very least. Yes indeed a tad intimidating for someone like me, who frankly resembles something that's been dragged through a hedge backwards and slapped more than a few times with the ugly stick. Still, a couple of medicinal cocktails got me through the first evening.

The next day was spent happily wandering around the city with regular stops for Guiness (well a girl has to keep her iron levels topped up, lunch at the ever lovely O'Neills and of course a couple of hours listening to the Guitarman at the Temple Bar Inn.

It didn't really matter that it rained, because we were rewarded with a lovely rainbow.



Muse at the O2 were fantastic, an explosion of colour and sound filling the arena and an excellent set covering all my favourite tunes from the ever fabulous Supermassive Black Hole to Uprising. A truly excellent night.



Topped off with a chilli chocolate martini at the Morgan which has still got to be one of my favourite places for a cheeky cocktail or two.

Saturday was another day of wandering around, visits to Brown Thomas and Avoca to window shop. A visit to Bewleys off course and a trip the the National Gallery where my favourites were a portrait by James Hanley and the lovely works of Paul Henry capturing the beauty of Ireland.

This little entry in no way does justice to the wonderful Dublin, but I guess I'm feeling distinctly flat today, an overshaken bottle of lemonadey kind of week, lost my fizz.

xoxo