Although there was that time I was going down Wicklow St and saw a bloke who I thought I knew from college and was staring at him trying to figure out how I knew him when I realised it was Ewan McGregor. Still, he didn't ask me for a light.
*While we may not have hipster country-rock nights, we do have the fabulous Hoot Night. The next one is next Friday, and not only is my delightful boyfriend's band taking part, but so is my sister's, and I may be joining them for a rendition of 'Give us Your Blessing' by the Shangri-Las. Well, the theme is "The Saddest Songs in the World", after all, so what better than a tale of wayward teenage death?