Some days are work. Some days your job allows you to do extraordinary things that you can look back on and say “do you remember the time when I…?” Last night was one of those times.
I was honoured to have been asked to be one of the readers for this year’s Words On The Street for European Literature Night, reading an excerpt from Bernhard Schlink’s book Summer Lies.
I was introducing Mechtild, the director of the Goethe Institut Ireland, then she’d read a short passage in German and off I went.
It was nothing short of brilliant and I got to emote, act, yell and swear in the beautiful surrounds of WHPR in Ely Place (thanks, lads) every 30 minutes from 6.30 to 9.