Today, Fiona (nearly-7-year-old Daughter) and I went into town, on the bus, to march, along with some 50,000 others, against the Debt Burden, in a protest organised by the Irish Congress of Trade Unions. We were probably all pissing in the wind, as the Powers that Be will take no notice, but still, we have to do something to register our discontent and show that we're not just taking it lying down. But this blog is not about political things. There was a great turnout and we marched from Christchurch to the Dáil, and Fiona thought it was great craic altogether. Afterwards, when it was all dispersing, she spied the National Museum of Natural History and reeeeallly wanted to go in, so, to thank her for being so good and well-behaved on the march, we did. Fiona was very pleased to see her favourite animal, a giraffe, (albeit a stuffed one) and posed for a photograph with it. After that, we headed towards Grafton Street, where we stopped to watch a street performer escape from a straight jacket and chains, which he did very impressively. His name is Gary Michaels, and I've seen him perform before, about two years ago. He was good then, but even better now; he has obviously been working very hard on his act. I hope he will be "discovered" soon; he deserves to be famous. After all that, we were starving, so we mosied down to Temple Bar for a bit of dinner, and didn't get home until after 8PM. Fiona said she had a great day, and wants to go on more protest marches in the future.
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