Easter Camps, Hip Hop Hell and 2011 Levels of Delusion

'After that afternoon in Siamsa Tíre I was one step away from joining the Black and Tans just as a coping mechanism.'I discuss the confronting nature of Easter Camps - essentially the new nightclub of 2026, where all your ghosts of Christmas past will encounter you at your most vulnerable and misremember the name of your current husband. In a major moment for geopolitics I compare Trump's level of diplomatic delusion to my lowest emotional ebb circa 2011 and also recall the economic consequences that follow. Finally I discuss the PTSD I am still suffering following my afternoon of hip hop and overheating in Siamsa Tíre, and fret about how my lack of parental control may very well have cost my child a career in local politics and guaranteed my own status as the last woman you want to chaperone an extra-curricular activity. Finally we learn from Fred what to do when your Twitter gets hacked, and I look for a pen. Exciting! If you have enjoyed please rate and review wherever you get your pods! Thanks so much for being here - J x