Little Egypt in Ireland: 2005

The banter at Bantry, the scream at Sneem

Despite the lateness of the Night Before, the side were up and raring to go for a session in Bantry.
This was a Horkey gear session, and was to be centred on the Market Place in what is an attractive little town.

It rained.

So Crowley's Bar proved more than an adequate Alternative Venue.

Strange, that.

 

But first, the dancing:

Programme? What programme?
The rain Dance
 

While the rain allowed, we danced well -

Where's Trevor?
And sometimes we stood around
 




While we could, we put on a good display.
Many market goers stood to watch, and we, as usual, attracted a lot of questions, like:
"What the bl**dy hell are you lot doing?"

The side, of course, let the dancing do the talking,
when we weren't standing around talking about dancing.

Somewhere in the distance, however, there was the unmistakeablkle sound of a bar, and a pint of stout, calling gently and seductively across the rain-swept market place.

 
Keep going lads. we've got 'em fooled
Mother Superior was warning us about strange men with big sticks
 
Oh Danny Boy, the bar, the bar is calling
And there's a strange figure beckoning me.
 

And so, we had no choice but to up-sticks and away to Crowley's Bar. Follow us there.

 

© Steve Clarke steve@little-egypt.org.uk 09 November 2005