The One about the Tour with photographic proof


A Swedish man asked me would I bring a group of his friends around the roads and tell them stories.
Things I remember, characters I have met, the places and faces that make up the heartbeat of a town,
the social archive, the nuances and nostalgia, that colour the light and shade that life's rich tapestry invokes.
I write about memories.
I wrote my own and my Mother Siobháns story in Scourged, a memoir  - where  memories unspooled and unribboned  from her mind became copper fastened in mine.
So I thought it would be lovely to tell the men the old stories of long ago when I was young, and remember those who went before us, and the legacy they left.

He mentioned idly that there would be paper folding money involved.
I was in like Flynn.


I offer you this time not text, but images ..........as a picture speaks a thousand words.


A Jemmy to start



A breath of air 



The welcome


Nervous as young foals the pack leave the Inn 



The beautiful Valerie proffers Baby Guinness prior to the One about giving blood




The one about the wild party 



Stepping out 



The one about the Rissoles



The One about the Piranha 




The One about the buried head



The One about the Friary I live beneath 



And we're walking here ..........



The one about the Weather Vane



"She's aff her heed"



If this guy laughs any harder his face will burst open 



I realise I am getting paid to play




I Cant Even .....................



Free at last 






She went that way 




Rogues Gallery outside  Wexford pub 






Absolut




The one about a murder, a birth, bulls, dogs and Oscar Wilde.




There's no way on Gods Earth we're wearing these they said 




We love them now 



Sound Effects = plastic in high winds 




The One about the floating boots 







Alerted by our flapping and screaming  Marine Watch has to be assured we are in fact Ok.




The Crescent 




Go IN for your supper 




Anyone for the last Monkfish Gougon with Coriander Mayonnaise ?




The boys see what is on the cartoon in the goodie bag 



Well I hope yee enjoyed says I roasting




It's done. 


The Tour of Wexford by Author Michelle Dooley Mahon is known as www.hun.rocks
( Weird Wexford Ways)
Bookings can be made at www.shellshock.ie 
@shellakeypookey on Twitter 
Scourged, A Memoir -  is now available on Amazon and Kindle or signed copies directly from website. 


All images from Sprog - ( John Holden )
 Supper Catering Mangans - The Faythe , Wexford.
Venue and endless assistance Nuala and Johnny and their brilliant staff at the Sky and the Ground
Make up    Martina at  Zen Beauty Bar 
Production Supervisor - Valerie Kennedy 







MDM August 2016

Comments

  1. Anonymous28 August 2016 at 16:09

    Thanks for a great tour MDM. Highly recommend ��

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    1. Shellshock28 August 2016 at 16:28

      Thank YOU John!
      It was my absolute pleasure.
      I'm already filled with ideas for the next one.
      High jinx.
      Delighted you enjoyed. Take care and be well. M

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  2. Unknown29 August 2016 at 00:57

    Well done. Really enjoyed the half I made it to. Best wishes for the future.

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    1. Shellshock29 August 2016 at 05:12

      Thank you so much Phillip.
      It was my pleasure to meet you and thank you also for the lengthy chat and advice.
      I hope you enjoy "Scourged" and I look forward to your feedback with interest.
      Take care and be well.
      M.

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  3. Unknown29 August 2016 at 04:11

    What a fabulous looking tour! You certainly showed them a great time. Well done!

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    1. Shellshock29 August 2016 at 05:15

      Thanks Justine, it was some crack of a night. I was as hoarse as a cuckoo yesterday. Delighted you read and commented. I hope the sun is out for you in Dublin today. It's only beaut down here in the Sunny South East. If you're ever down and looking for a different night out, get in touch.
      Take care and be well.
      M

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