WHO SAID SHOWBIZ WAS GLAMOROUS?!
Last week, I told you my tour was over. And it was, almost, I just had two dates left to do, one in Belfast, the other in Dublin.
My tour manager and I arrived in Dublin early on the Friday evening before the gig, perfect, quick nap, dinner in the restaurant, sensible early night.
Only the hotel had no restaurant, or bar, or breakfast for that matter. It wasn’t really a hotel, it was an apart/hotel. Each beautifully designed room included a kitchen nook, great, but it meant nipping out to buy food, which to be honest, I didn’t fancy.
However, I forced myself out, only to realise that the place we were staying was slap bang next to the massive 3Arena, where Michael McIntyre…