I remember being so moved by him, by his being who he is, the sheerness of his voice climbing somewhere in soft words, skipping nothing human, loving that he could love. Night skies moved with his feet, stars pocketing themselves in and out of the stage lights: the wonder of socks, silver glint sparkle wink twirl: glitter moments.
Shoestring Dublin is the Dublin of the quiet streets, the second-storey cafés, the little places tucked away in unlabelled cul-de-sacs and only advertised through word of mouth. Opinionated, practical, entertaining – Dublin on a Shoestring is the original insiders’ guide.