Friday night in Matt Molloy's
Off to Ireland for Marcella and Adrian's wedding. A long journey from Brighton to Stanstead, but I met Aimee - who was over from Dubai for the wedding- on the Stanstead Express.
After making it past oddly obnoxious security people met Phil, Ash and Paula. Once onboard I grabbed a window seat for, as everyone knows, my duty to is keep the plane aloft through sheer will power. Despite this, found time for a heart to heart with Paula.
Landed in Knock airport after flying over beautiful Irish countryside, which seemed to have lots of lakes and is much emptier than England. We all shared the hire of a car and Phil drove us the lovely Knockranny House Hotel which was about an hour away.
Lovely hotel, with a big welcoming fire in the lobby, and gorgeous views of mountains and down into Westport. After a cheeky 40 minutes sleep, we met more pals and got into a cab which took us down into town.
This is the second time I've been here, the last time was for Marcella's 30th birthday party a couple of years ago. We had a nice Italian meal, joined by Juliette and Matt, and Brendon and Tim. Then we all mobbed into the legendary Matt Molloy's pub, where Marcella was having a drink, looking gorgeous and very composed - and many of the wedding guests were wetting their whistles.
It is hard to convey just how brilliant this pub is. It is like the Platonic ideal of a boozer. It has a deceptively small street frontage, but is has at least four big rooms inside. Despite the fact it was absolutely rammed with people (many of them tomorrow's wedding guests) the craic was good, and it felt very friendly. There was a good singer too. It all got slightly twin peakish for me when a crowd of women entered all wearing horns. Although it was Halloween.
From there we grabbed a cab (the cab driver went to school with Marcella, it turns out) and returned to our hotel, and I sat with Aimee, Phil and Ash having a couple of bloody final drinks. Adrian and his best man were in there having a steadying late drink.
I headed off to my nice room. A top night out.
Below Marcella and Paula (r) in Matt Molloy's, random ladies with horns. Matt Molloy's from the outside taken the next day.
Off to Ireland for Marcella and Adrian's wedding. A long journey from Brighton to Stanstead, but I met Aimee - who was over from Dubai for the wedding- on the Stanstead Express.
After making it past oddly obnoxious security people met Phil, Ash and Paula. Once onboard I grabbed a window seat for, as everyone knows, my duty to is keep the plane aloft through sheer will power. Despite this, found time for a heart to heart with Paula.
Landed in Knock airport after flying over beautiful Irish countryside, which seemed to have lots of lakes and is much emptier than England. We all shared the hire of a car and Phil drove us the lovely Knockranny House Hotel which was about an hour away.
Lovely hotel, with a big welcoming fire in the lobby, and gorgeous views of mountains and down into Westport. After a cheeky 40 minutes sleep, we met more pals and got into a cab which took us down into town.
This is the second time I've been here, the last time was for Marcella's 30th birthday party a couple of years ago. We had a nice Italian meal, joined by Juliette and Matt, and Brendon and Tim. Then we all mobbed into the legendary Matt Molloy's pub, where Marcella was having a drink, looking gorgeous and very composed - and many of the wedding guests were wetting their whistles.
It is hard to convey just how brilliant this pub is. It is like the Platonic ideal of a boozer. It has a deceptively small street frontage, but is has at least four big rooms inside. Despite the fact it was absolutely rammed with people (many of them tomorrow's wedding guests) the craic was good, and it felt very friendly. There was a good singer too. It all got slightly twin peakish for me when a crowd of women entered all wearing horns. Although it was Halloween.
From there we grabbed a cab (the cab driver went to school with Marcella, it turns out) and returned to our hotel, and I sat with Aimee, Phil and Ash having a couple of bloody final drinks. Adrian and his best man were in there having a steadying late drink.
I headed off to my nice room. A top night out.
Below Marcella and Paula (r) in Matt Molloy's, random ladies with horns. Matt Molloy's from the outside taken the next day.
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