I feel exhausted. OK, so it's Monday morning, every twenty something in the country is slouched over their keyboard feeling like they've indulged too much, wondering why they had those shots of god only knows what and fundamentally look and feel rotten! Sure, thank you for your kind thoughts and compassion. However I've been feeling like this since Friday and all of this can be blamed on The Conch.
And Sadie"you’restaying-nowgetonthatdancefloor"Groom!
This was Bubble and Squeak's third Conch and in my humble opinion it was a great success. Not least because it saw me leave The May Fair Hotel at 4 am after celebrating with the winners, drowning sorrows with the losers and thinking that the drinkies had gone to my head. The awards themselves looked amazing, the venue was stunning and the entertainment was well received. Neil Mullarkey was a hilarious host and a true gentlemen, the well mannered and disturbingly flexible contortionist screwed herself up into a perspex box and then closed the door to rapturous applause and the magician worked the crowd by showing off his impressive card shuffling skills which were met with awe and disbelief.
The winners cheered, the losers whined and the 'well done' emails and congratulatory bouquets flooded into the Bubble's office for putting on such a great show and making nearly everyone's Conch a great one. We tried our best and hope you all had a great time… and Friday off!
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