Does anybody really like Ryan Air? I had the misfortune of travelling to Dublin in one of their blue and yellow cigar tubes of the sky; it was a deeply depressing experience. Does no thrills mean rude? The staff were not unlike East German Stassi circa 1953. I hope that we will all be forced to pay the real cost of flying and the pound shops of the skies will be grounded. Chatting to the person sitting next to me I was passed this rather informative website http://www.ryan-be-fair.org/news/current_situation.htm
I arrived in Dublin to meet Louis Walsh, who thrust me into his social and business whirl of energy and high jinks. Happily, I was taken along to see Westlife blow away an excitable and celebrative audience at the Point. I firmly believe that Westlife are a legendary popular cultural phenomenon and have not been given proper respect. Mooching around backstage, I met some remarkable people, Anne Marie Thomson (who was the much valued sidekick of Max Clifford until she took the Syco shilling) the amazing Victor Arellano and the cuddly Scottish misfits the Macdonald Brothers. A night of a million guilty pleasures!