A New View From The Jeep

This week a very cultured CONNIE is planning a trip to the Dalkey Book Festival AND a Bloomsday luncheon …

 

Connie is nearly there with her Leaving Cert and mercifully all is going swimmingly. She has only two further papers to get through and then her role as the most dedicated of LC mothers will be mercifully over. However, clouds are gathering as she must contend with the all-important final and definitive choices for the dreaded CAO application. She is facing quite the battle with Fionn on this front as he is insisting on putting down all sorts of what she can only think of as makey-up airy-fairy degrees in Sports and Media and when she pushes him towards the solid vocational degree courses of Law, Medicine and Engineering, he rears up and starts talking about universities down the country like Galway – he even throws in Limerick to really get her going. Connie will have to box clever to stop this nonsense and put Trinners 1-10, end of. She has spent long enough escaping her rural origins and views any step outside of the Pale as unwelcome regression.

She is distracting herself from her onerous LC management by immersing herself in the Dalkey Book Festival this weekend. She is not terribly interested in the talks (it’s all a bit earnest for her), and she gets weary listening to the same old debates about Brexit and Boris, and Trump and Wall Street. She is, however, very excited to be attending Stephen Fry in the Seafront Marquee as the local A-list spotting opportunities at this sold-out event will be top class. She will force herself to attend some of the more “woke” younger people talks and feign interest while they are seeking SM ‘likes’ harping on about suppression and depression and gloomy futures, she’ll do a bit of Insta herself purely to boost her standing with the more intellectually inclined gals whom she suspects think she is a tad frivolous…

In fact, to further prove her credentials she is dragging the Ruinator along to a Bloomsday luncheon. Truth tell she has always felt a secret affinity with Molly Bloom … all those “Yeses” are so aspirational; however, she is having serious difficulty with the dress code.  The costume is so prim and proper, all buttoned up and exceedingly unglamorous. Far better a striped blazer and jaunty boater and she nicks these from the Ruinator as frankly she doesn’t care one whit what he dons – it’ll be bad enough putting up with him droning on and on pretending like so many partakers that he is a Joycean fan. Honestly, she doubts he has ever got beyond Lee Child in the reading stakes.

Next up on her social calendar will be the post-LC round of ubiquitous garden show-offing BBQs that precede the coastal migration to Quinta. At least her benevolent support of local literary affairs will give her the opportunity to both event and name drop at every turn. Such Connie pleasure.

@HonoraQuinn

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