I’m Alan. Welcome to my Blog. I’m 25, a writer, comedian, journalist and I have a passion for discovering all things new in life. This summer, over 6 weeks I travelled by bus from the very top to the very bottom and to all sides and middles of this lovely green patch of land.
With the help of my followers, I discovered great places, met interesting people, attended some great events, gigs and festivals. This blog is a record of this amazing experience, I hope it gives you inspiration.
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It’s 23/07/2011, 1400 hours, and it’s lunch time. But it’s not mocha-frappuccinos and chicken rolls on the menu. Dublin’s hungering for brains!
A smearing of blood here, a splatter of guts there and the stench of rotting flesh everywhere. If anyone was unlucky enough to have been caught in the carnage of Dublin’s Zombie Walk 2011 on Saturday they certainly didn’t make it out alive.
The Dublin Zombie Walk this year was extremely successful in terms of the numbers that attended - all attired in blood-soaked rags and decomposing facial matter - and in charitable contribution. The Walk aims to promote and raise funds for the Irish Cancer Society and RNLI (Lifeboats) either through donation on the day by bucket-bouncing, zombified collectors or through the website.
As it was my first year doing the Walk my expectations were, admittedly, gleaned from cheesy movies and TV shows I’d seen touching on the subject of the living dead. As such, my costume was amateur in terms of the creativity and the sheer gore factor that Dublin’s undead enthusiasts were willing to exert themselves in order to attain. Zombie Jesus gained many daunting disciples and a morbid couple ‘Just Married’ had over 4,000 witnesses to their scary, sacred service. Amusingly, special ops military kept the creepy crowd controlled through use of plastic machine guns, hurls and by intermittently chanting the promise of “brains!” ahead.
Tourists buses, shoppers and office workers may have gaped on in terror at the spectacle that befell Dublin’s streets as the horrific hoard of corpses stumbled, dragged and limped their way from St Stephen’s Green to Temple Bar via Trinity College (“Mmm… big brains,” my companion murmured.)
The event raised around €5,000 for charity and, apart from the odd scarlet hand-print on a restaurant window, will have done a whole lot of good for some very worthy causes. I eagerly await next year’s march where I hope to see even more mauled faces, ravaged limbs and haggard hands reaching deep into wallets… If they still have hands, that is.
Review by: Charlotte Hughes
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