
’Pong and I are having dinner at Kelly’s on King, and voilá, there are musicians at our table. It almost makes up for the free Wi-Fi running out at 7pm and having to roll our our Internet connectivity via my phone (which also took the picture).

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’Pong and I are having dinner at Kelly’s on King, and voilá, there are musicians at our table. It almost makes up for the free Wi-Fi running out at 7pm and having to roll our our Internet connectivity via my phone (which also took the picture).
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It would have been more impressive if it was voilá, THE CORRS, at your table. A quick look at their wiki reveals they are doing nothing worthwhile at the moment (raising children, solo careers — pffffft).
Well yes, The Corrs would have been nice — then again pretty much any Irish band would have been acceptable except U2. While I’m a big fan of Brian Eno, I will never forgive him for turning that obscure Dublin pub band into a global phenomenon — and fuelling Bono’s disturbingly large sense of self-importance.
Two things to add:
’Pong is making noises about going back with a real camera so he can add to his portfolio of community pictures and portraits.