Surreality on a Thursday
This morning, crossing Baggot Street, I was passed by a black convertible sports car, trailing cherry blossom from the raft of the stuff on the bonnet, driven by a woman wearing a white wedding dress and dark glasses, blasting out Bryan Adams at top volume.
Thirty seconds later, a robot dog ran past me.
Now, the robot dog was pursued rapidly by three film students, one with a camera, one with a remote control, and the guy with the remote was shouting "fucking thing won't stop!", but still... it was a nicely offbeat start to the working day.
 (Everything I Do) I Do It For You
 I assume they were students; they were all wearing identical UCD-branded polo shirts.