The Sheila Variations

In addition to all of my other adventures in Ireland ...

... I also had the "obligatory Colin Farrell sighting" in Dublin. (That is literally what it is called here. "So have you had the obligatory Colin Farrell sighting yet?" There is also "the obligatory Bono sighting", etc. But it's great - because the energy around celeb-sightings is very much Irish, and very much New York-ish. Both groups of people see celebs all the time, and so we are singularly unimpressed. "Oh, look, there's Uma!!" "Oh yeah, whatever, I see her at this juice bar all the time." No big deal. There are a couple of stars I might lose my cool for. Cough - Ewan McGregor - cough - Eminem - cough ... Ahem. But normally, it's just not that big a deal to see them wandering about. In Ireland it is the same way - especially with the local Irish celebs)

So I had the obligatory sighting. Down near Grafton Street. He walked right past me. It was a rainy day, he had on a raincoat with the hood up, he was smoking, he looked completely anonymous, like any other passerby, and he was much shorter than I imagined him.

So now I can write home:

-- Saw the Book of Kells
-- Saw the Cliffs of Moher
-- Saw Belfast
-- Saw Colin Farrell

Mission accomplished.