It’s the May weekend and therefore it must be time, yet again, for Limerick’s Riverfest.
I blundered into town this morning as usual and found myself caught up in the classic festival dilemma: if I’m enjoying this, what am I missing?
Bands everywhere — good ones — tumblers, fire eaters and conjurers, the occasional politician for light relief and barbecue competitors all in a row. I spotted one current minister, one former minister and many assorted lunatics.
Isn’t it good when a plan works out and you find yourself wrapped up in a full body massage of the senses? Good food, good drink, good music, good weather and good company?
How bad is that? God, I love this town.