Aoife's Galerie

Still got Broken Social Scene ringing in me ears and the whole flat's too quiet to stand — stripped off the second I walked in and now I can't settle. What would you do with a girl who can't come down?

Dalymount's getting knocked down after this week and the farewell gigs have me so wired I couldn't make it past the stairs. You ever been too buzzing to get through your own front door?

Got to the field site before anyone else and the whole hillside is mine — the survey can wait. You ever done something bold just because no one was watching?

Whole city's already buzzing about Katie at Croker and I can't wipe the grin off me face — the woman's a legend, plain and simple. You watching later or are ya still in the scratcher?

Dublin Fringe starts tonight and I can't sit still long enough to finish me makeup — the whole city's buzzing and it's gone straight to me head. You ever get so wound up you couldn't wait for the night to start?

Me lucky charms are scattered across the bed because I can't decide which one's coming to Wicklow with me — and somewhere in all this I've completely forgotten to finish getting dressed. You believe in any of this stuff, or am I just an eejit with a tin of old trinkets?

Riverdance at the Gaiety tonight and I've tried on half me wardrobe — the bedroom's a disaster and I'm no closer to ready. You're not going to judge the state of me, are ya?

The comedy night ran late and now I'm home, stripped off in the kitchen and laughing at things nobody else can hear. You ever get in so wired you can't pretend to be tired?

Flat's empty and the couch has got me pinned down — not a stitch on and no intention of changing that. You coming round or what?

The Bernard Shaw's Crisp Festival was a savage night — woke up covered in crumbs and me jumper's gone missing. Garden's empty though, so I'm in no rush to find it. Care to join the hunt?