I've been living in North London for over a year now, and coming to visit in this area for near two. Every time I visited here, I walked past a fantastic place called the London Irish Women's Centre. It made me feel like I was being specifically catered for, although I didn't know why. I was in London! I was an Irish Woman! Quite rightly, I may one day be in need of a Centre! And there it was.
A rapid google of the centre didn't really shed any more light on what the centre was, why it was, why it was specifically here, why the windows are blacked out and why it never seems to be open. As I say, I've been living her over a year now, and I've never once popped my head around the door to say hi and to find out what's happening. Something has always held me back.
And thank the Lordi for that. Yesterday, walking home from the picnic, He Who Only... noticed a new addition to the window non-display. Something was being advertised. I took a photo.
Daniel O'Donnell in Concert.
That kind of Irish woman, then. Problem solved.
A rapid google of the centre didn't really shed any more light on what the centre was, why it was, why it was specifically here, why the windows are blacked out and why it never seems to be open. As I say, I've been living her over a year now, and I've never once popped my head around the door to say hi and to find out what's happening. Something has always held me back.
And thank the Lordi for that. Yesterday, walking home from the picnic, He Who Only... noticed a new addition to the window non-display. Something was being advertised. I took a photo.
Daniel O'Donnell in Concert.
That kind of Irish woman, then. Problem solved.