Freeeee St Patrick

What better way to celebrate the good deeds of St Patrick, patron saint of Ireland, and the saint of my primary school, but to attend a FREEEE concert in the city, and to invite all of Ireland's favourite performers to dedicate their talents to celebrate their Saint and their Nation. God loves you London.

Not that I'm really into Irish performers, or have ever really known many, but, the line-up did include an amazing and hat-tipping performance from Róisín Murphy. (She's massively on the tour circuit right now, so if you get a chance to see her, DO IT)

Farm Girl, my new blond best friend - because my other blond mates are either drinking Kingfishers somewhere in the Sub-Continent or riding my bike through Melbs with Spokey Dokes. (You both know who you are!) - took me out.

So, Róisín. For every song spine tingling song she belted out with her flawless voice, she changed her outfit. And, for every outfit, she had a different hat.

Here is a run down of her outfits.
She started off as a man.

And transformed into a cop. That is a little mini visor over her eyes. Wait til summer, these babies are sure to be the new trend in sunnies. (with matching police hat)

She then donned the silliest hat of all. Although, I did see similar hats for sale in Top Shop, so, maybe it's me that is silly. The super-hero cape, complete with pointy shoulders, made up for all the sillyness.

Then she turned woman! Hot, saucy, spider-like woman.

And then, angelic leather strap woman. (Her cool white hat is in her hand.)

Flawlessly, she transformed into a Red Riding Hood. Every freezing arse in the crowd wanted a piece of that jacket!

Since we didn't have a wicked red jacket like she, Farmy taught me a valuable lesson about staying warm whilst at an outdoor concert. Mulled wine. Genius. I never thought cheap red wine would taste so good warmed up, sold in a poly-styrene cup.

After this amazing performance, Farmy then taught me all about pubs in London. Particularly Irish pubs. The main lesson - don't talk to any Irish whilst drunk, they speak English, but not the type we speak. The other lesson, lots of beer on St Pat's day does turn you green.