Yesterday brought to a close my quest to buy my first suit. This suit was needed because I shall be accompanying the Ladyfriend to a wedding this Friday and I needed to up my game as her ensemble is very impressive. Also this fills a gap in my wardrobe between slacks / shirt / tie and full on Black Tie. After lengthy research trips which involved trying on many many suits and learning all about two versus three buttons along with the whole straight or slanted pockets dilemma I found something that I like, which looks good and stears somewhat away from my natural tendancy to be conservative in regards to my wardrobe.

The selected suit is Charcoal Grey with a white Pinstripe. I had initially been leaning away from dark colours just to put some variety into my wardrobe but charcoal grey works for me and the pinstripe stops it being dull. This is being worn over a brilliant white shirt with double cuffs suitable for some cufflinks I just happen to have. This tie is black with a number of bold colours in the general area of red to liven things up. Photos will hopefully be provided following the wedding.

Today I found english cut the online journal of a bespoke savile row tailor.

Right then, Second visit to the dentist done. This time the filling better stay in.

Emergency visit to the dentist this morning. Hopefully tooth will behave.

I really wish I had one this week. This I don’t like.

Short version: It kicked ass.

Long Version: It kicked ass. I managed to escape the death grip of Dublin traffic at it’s worst and meet Colmmacc and Noirin in the Porterhouse for a drink and some food before heading to the olympia. There was no support act, the band just took the stage and started playing. Lots of stuff from the new album which I had been meaning to listen to before the show and I had been annoyed that I hadn’t but am now glad as my memory of these songs will be the live performance.

The level of musical skill every member of the band has is terrifing. The drummer reafirmed my belief that if you need anything more than brushes to play the drums you just ain’t good enough. Alison is prone to rambling when doing the talking between songs but wins the prize for covering a major tech screw up without most of the audience noticing.

There was a women behind us who felt the need to sing along at various points and lets just say she has no idea how close to death she came. Her behaviour would be equivilent to humming along in the concert hall during a performance. If you want to sing along go to witness or similar.

This weekend has been action packed. It started on Friday evening with a trip to the concert hall with the LadyFriend to see the R.T.É. Concert Orchestra performing the works of Ella Fitzgerald. The vocalist was a british jazz singer who despite some really bad microphone technique was very good. A good time was had by all. This was followed by a brief visit to a work do in the Mercantile where the theme of the night seemed to be “who is that, they work for us”. Mary also got to meet some of the people I talk about lots which was good and work people got to be amused with our whole unique nomenclature.

Saturday night was the night out to celebrate ten years of the LadyFriends spine still working. Grand Central on abbey street being the venue and very acceptable it was bar the absence of a dance floor which ruled out some intensive testing of the spine and associated motor skills. A fire in an apartment above the bar brought things to a close a little early at 1 a.m.

Sunday was a lazy day involving watching some DVDs including “The American President” which was part of my birthday present from the Ladyfriend. I also rewatched the last four episodes of Firefly.

To finish off the weekend tonight Colmmacc, Noirin, the LadyFriend, Colmmacc’s parents, the LadyFriend’s parents, her brother and myself are off to the Olympia to see Alison Krauss and Union Station.

So to summarise my view of Paris as “Nice city to visit but not sure I want to live there”.

There are some nice little touches that we could do with here. Stuff like the metro doors open before the metro comes to a stop to minimise time spent in the station. I can here the angry callers on liveline even now.