We're actually mixing it up, this year, and passing on the whole traditional turkey dinner motif and heading off to zig-zag around the southern end of Ireland for a week. Perhaps I'll post from over there, but I kinda doubt it, as I'll probably be busily consuming my own weight in Guinness and antagonizing the locals with my appropriated Gaelic accent.
Please have a nice holiday while I'm gone.
But as a parting gift, here's an appropriate little clip. Herewith Dublin's own ferocious Virgin Prunes at Danceteria on 21st Street in 1983.
In 2017, the space that was the multi-floored Danceteria is now a -- WAIT FOR IT -- pricey condo, ... with a Starbucks in its ground floor.
Erin Go BLREAARGGHHH!!
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