Cherish The Delays
Some trips home are wonderfully relaxing. Others are more of a blur. This trip is one of the blur variety.
I’m writing this in a couple of quiet hours in Dublin, but by the time it’s posted in less than twenty-four hours, I will have been to Galway and Cork. And I’m into town here in Dublin in a few minutes.
Security at airports? Nothing new. A lot a fuss about no change. Seven visits to airports in eight days, and no delays whatsoever.
Dublin airport has one of its corridors turned into a fairway, as a promotion for the ubiquitous Ryder Cup. It would’ve been more fun to have a couple of bunkers in there and dummy corridors going out of bounds. Then you’d have delays for Rupert Murdoch TV.
Similarly no delays whizzing down the Naas Dual-carriageway anymore. Do we even call it that anymore, the dualler? After ten years of traffic cones, a golf tournament with Americans playing sees the road finally opened.
I used to cycle it so often, when travelling the fifteen or so miles
from home in Dublin West to Kill, County Kildare. The mother would ask me if I had any plans, and I’d say, I’m going to Kill this weekend. I still like saying it.
But now Kill is walled off from the road, well fenced off because it’s cheaper. Except for a window in the fence, a glass fence, as you go past the Ambassador Hotel - so you can see the Ambassador and remember when the bouncer wouldn’t let you in. Maybe he still won’t let me in.
Heidi Talbot is from Kill. Her from Cherish The Ladies. That’s her picture on the front of Irish-American News with her hair all funny in that Bo Derek kind of way. You can pick them up free in O’Dowd’s. I picked up three in one week. Well Heidi was on the cover.
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