When Dublin Met Paris

Things don’t always happen how you planned... sometimes they’re better than you imagined.

This is a story about a boy, who loved a girl, who loved a boy, who proposed to that girl, who said yes, and then they both lived happily ever after. Well…

It didn’t exactly happen all that nicely. It’s more like the story of a boy who spilled very expensive wine, on a very expensive dress, which belonged to a now very angry girl, which gave a furious look to, a boy who forgot that he had ordered music to play so he could propose at a now very awkward moment, in which he did it anyway, 

and then they both lived happily ever after. Well…

It’s also the story of a semi-clumsy boy on a farm, who accidentally made this semi-high maintenance girl fall, into a pile of fertiliser, who then gave a very angry look, to a boy who didn’t know whether to run or help, who after some thought did the right thing, by helping up a semi-high maintenance girl, who was offered a change of clothes, by a boy who would always recall this story as the train wreck of how they first met and then they both lived happily ever after. Well…

There’s also a bit of background story you need to know. You see the boy you just read about is a nice fun loving Irish man from Kerry. The son of a farmer, he later moved to Dublin and became a radio host. He’s not too extraordinary. In fact he could well be your neighbour from down the road. Known for being a bit of a messer he went ahead and married himself a quite serious woman. Oh and did I mention she’s French?