Here in Ireland, the short spell that is summer brings with it a few things; sunburn, ice cream, psychosis, jellyfish, and beats. Beats are included here as every single Irish person feels the urge to wind down their windows when the sun come out, and share their beats. Elbows pop out, shades are applied, and volumes are turned up to the max. In my recent lunchtime meanderings I was privy to a touch of Beyonce, a twist of The White Stripes, and a good blast of the summer staple, The Rolling Stones. On one occasion, I heard Mundy’s July at two different parts, from two different cars, at the same traffic lights. So, in our rainy climate I can only conclude that we are a nation of sharers behind closed windows. And, well, it’s a long winter. So share wildly before you disappear back to the safest place you know – under your Simple Things alpaca blanket.
