I was delighted to be cordially invited by East Cricklewood Community Metropolitan Comprehensives's Public-Relations-Supervisor-in-chief to this year's Irish Evening. However, when I arrived there and was seated, I found that the entire evening was built on the luck of the organisers, as well as being potholed with awkward silences and stage-craft faux pas. I honestly couldn't believe they had gathered us all here this evening for one band playing a single tune, another Celtic band that looked past their best (and I am being nice in saying that), a bunch of kids who knew not how to use a microphone correctly or succinctly (much of what they were saying being too quiet to be audible; hats off to the music technicians who tried to keep up) reading out poems to a backdrop of an ill-orchestrated slide show.
And there wasn't even any leprechauns.
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