Swing

Well Jazz, Swing, whatever you're havin' yourself. We were up to Cork this morning at the crack of eleven. The lad was playing at the Cork Jazz Festival with the Blarney Brass Band this time. He'd forgotten to copy music into a useable form for marching, so there was much cutting and pasting on the way up in the car. I was mostly excused as I was driving.
Cork was absolutely jammers and the buzz was great. Its the 40th Jazz Festival this year and the place was thronged. Marches were marched, sit down gigs were played, there were other street protests going on for the homeless and Handmaids handing out leaflets for Repealing the 8th. The girl joined us, we had some food, we took in some funk in the Old Oak and then left her to it. Back to the West then to feed the hungry hounds and cats, the lad is off out partying, we're not. Thankfully.. I took quite a lot of shots today.....
 I apologise in advance