Tonight Col and I took a bus into town to get our first taste of the Dublin Fringe Festival. Our bus dropped us up near the top of O'Connell Street. This main thouroughfair had been brought to a near standstill by the 'strike' action of angry taxi drivers. Taxis were parked in four of the six lanes (one left open in each direction) while drivers marched about in the ramaining areas, sometimes allowing buses to move through. I went a little snap-happy, but the place was a bit of a zoo. The heavy rain and the tired commuters trying to get home made the situation a little extra bleak.

Eventually Col and I made it to the GPO where we were to pick up a government form (hard copies are available as not everyone is equipped to print their forms off the internet. However, we were told that the form we needed was not in stock, but that it wasn't their fault (of course...). It was that government department's job to ensure that their forms were in stock, they had nothing to do with it. Sheesh...

The show we saw was the preview (cheaper tickets!) of DR DILLON AND GEORGIA, based in part on the life of the word's first surgical female-to-male transexual. It is very difficult to hold an audience captive in any performance, let alone a one-man show with few props or costumes. And yet this show did just that. It certianly made me want to learn more about Michael Dillon.