2019 Bloomsday Hootenanny
Madigan's, No 4 Lower Abbey Street
(Not The Ship, but nearly)
Bloomsday, Sunday June 16th
3.00 - 6.00pm
Master of Ceremonies: Neimhin Robinson.
Admission free.
"Telegram! Malachi Mulligan, the Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer! O, you priestified kinchite!
Joyfully he thrust the message and envelope into a pocket but keened in querulous brogue:
-- It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's [The Ship bar, No 5 Lower Abbey Street, defunct since 1936] sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.
He wailed!
-- And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long . . ."
Madigan's, No 4 Lower Abbey Street
(Not The Ship, but nearly)
Bloomsday, Sunday June 16th
3.00 - 6.00pm
Master of Ceremonies: Neimhin Robinson.
Admission free.
"Telegram! Malachi Mulligan, the Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer! O, you priestified kinchite!
Joyfully he thrust the message and envelope into a pocket but keened in querulous brogue:
-- It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's [The Ship bar, No 5 Lower Abbey Street, defunct since 1936] sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.
He wailed!
-- And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long . . ."
