"Do you think we'd be good together?"
"Well... Ehm... What's your name again?"
"You know my name. Now answer me."
It's been one of the stranger weekends.
From Shirley Bassey-impressionistas to garden party pubbery, from the daytime to the nighttime chicanery of a barely populated Blanchardstown party, it's been one of the drunker weekends.
"No I... I don't think so. Bye."