Late October is dreadful in many ways; children excited about possible encounters with representatives of the undead community, teachers giddy with the excitement of being allowed out to protest in the centre of Dublin, stores trying to work out if it’s time to put on their Christmas lights or light one more plastic pumpkin…
Of course, for me the thrill of my candidate about to have his ass handed to him outweighs all of these, but consider the fun, too, of the morning commute. Red faced morons caught by surprise at the fact that late autumn is cold and wet, and that strappy dresses will not cut the sartorial mustard. Men surprised that their eversointellectual copy of Metro gets wet at the Train halt…
Yes, a beautiful season, there can be no doubt.
