Granted, many in London might not be gearing up to do much this weekend, certainly on Saturday.
Plenty of party-loving types are most likely anticipating rising around noon, bleary-eyed, thick-headed, with Guinness-breath and the words “kiss me I’m Irish” scrawled across their cheeks. Whilst worrying if sharpie will wash out before Sunday’s lunch with mum, grab some concealer or don a hat, drink down a hair of the dog and get over the stupor. London still lives: this weekend, if St Patrick’s Day doesn’t completely dominate, there’s new restaurants, new shows, new wine bars and much more. Sláinte.
