Fifty

This week was a lil’ more interesting than last week, as I went from Heathrow to Dublin to drop off the instruments for the Italian band Maneskin at the 3 Arena. I love Ireland, I love Dublin, and I fucking love the Irish. And all the stereotypes about our shamrock-toting cousins are true; of all the shows we do throughout Europe, the drunkest crowd are the Irish BUT they are also the loudest and funnest mob you’ll ever see. And they also have the most fights. I think the record number of scraps...