A few months ago the traders in Dalkey asked me to write about how the town was suffering and traders were going out of business. My Grandad’s business on the main street in Dalkey folded in the 1950s, so I suppose I’ve always been sympathetic to the plight of the small trader. My wife Sian said that we had to do more than an article, we had to do something else. So we decided to launch the first Dalkey Book Festival. Sian has been working flat out to get it up off the ground and we are now ready. Without her, this would be like most of my ideas, just talk!
The line up is brilliant. Check it out. We hope to see you in Dalkey on the 18th.
Be careful Daithi, yourself and the Missus when ya go up to that Dalkey. There was a fellow up there one time by the name of De Selby who its reported could suck the Oxygen out of the very air itself, and the only way you could protect yourself from this Buck was to say several Rosaries to Saint Augustine. Well that’s how I heard it anyway from the Brother below in the Digs. P.S. Be careful of any bicycles you might see lying against any walls, some of them have a life of their own. Best of luck with… Read more »