Less than 5 minutes into the gig, it becomes apparent that the audience is composed of about 1% prick. There are four young men, presumably arrived in Trinity College through some perverse exchange programme with Burn nightclub, who seem content to have their own conversation, loudly, punctuated by the odd exclamation of their own fucking legendary, memetic in-jokes. All I can muster, being a complete and utter coward, is the occasional disapproving glance, carefully performed so as not to make eye-contact with four people who, despite being about 2 years younger (I think) and quite a great deal shorter than me, could each, individually, beat … Continue reading Ardal O’Hanlon